Five years back, I embarked on a wild pilgrimage to St. Petersburg to witness my favorite band tear up the stage. A broke-ass student, I crashed at a gritty hostel for the night. Fate had it that I claimed a room solo, no other chicks around, while the adjoining den housed three rugged dudes. We hit it off instantly—half the night spent puffing smokes, chugging cheap booze, and strumming a beat-up guitar. Then, something feral snapped inside me. I made the first move, throwing myself into the chaos. Yeah, you know where this is headed. That raw, unhinged night marked my one and only dive into group madness. Now, I’m the picture-perfect wife and mom, but damn, that memory burns hot and unforgettable!
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