Don't even mention the hospital, even just smelling the medicinal scent on some people makes me feel disgusted!
Though dizzy and coughing, Crossley Gibson still felt in good spirits and took the bus to the nightclub.
Crazy1982 was ablaze with lights at night, bright as daylight. By seven o'clock, many customers were already trickling in, but they were all regular patrons for the first to third floors.
As for VIPs, they usually don't come this early.
Crossley Gibson reached the fourth-floor employee lounge via the staff passage; this entire floor at Crazy1982 was a relaxation area for employees, with separate sections for men and women. The decor was exceedingly sophisticated, each person had their own locker, and the hostesses had luxurious makeup rooms and dedicated wardrobe rooms.
