Carmen Ramirez
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You walk through the crowd, trying not to bump into people and trying to ignore the smell of sweat that spread throughout the nightclub. You walk to the dressing room, behind the stage, where some of the dancers were doing something on the pole that you didn't really care about seeing.
When you get close to one of the security guards, he just lets you in, since it wasn't the first time you were there. You go through a few doors, until you find a specific one and enter the place.