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True story.

Back in the mid-90's, my friend M. got married. I didn't much like the guy -- he was shifty and weird -- and for his bachelor party, his "friends" took him to a club downtown, where an exotic dancer slid her way across the bar, presented her spangled G-string to accept his $100 bill, and whispered in his ear that he was the hottest guy there (I assure you, he was not). Why do I know this? Because he was so proud he told everyone, including his wife-to-be.

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