Sadly, I'm obsessed with club kids. No, not coke-snorting Eurotrash, professional club kids.
"Cult of crazy fashion and petulance. They . . . are terminally superficial, have dubious aesthetic values, and are master manipulators, exploiters, and, thank God, partiers."The sordid heart of clubland pumping equal parts envy, lust and gluttony. Plus there are the stories, they're almost operatic.
By the time Alig sold a German kid as an indentured sex slave to another promoter, his marketing concepts had become beyond twisted (and I hear it wasn't just one kid he pimped).Michael Musto remembers.
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