At about the stroke of 1 is when your 4-inch, kick-ass, black patent peep-toe stilettos will tell your thighs, knees and ankles that they are done supporting your gettin’ down real low.
Ouch. And you still have to walk off the dance floor and out of the club. Thank God for $8 valet parking.
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