‘You Know You’re a Writer When…’ #654

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… on a friend’s stag night you end up at the inevitable strip club and, as it’s a place you’ve never been to before, you end up making mental notes of how the girls move in case you ever need to set a scene in one.

Yes, that was my Saturday night.

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