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After plenty of nights spent salmon-ing around in sweaty Betoota night clubs, Max Gosku has finally decided to give it away.
After spending most of the day licking his wounds, the landscaper living in the French Quarter resident confirmed that he is finished for good.
“I’m fucking done, aye. I never actually liked clubbing, and now I just hate it,” he said.
“Every once in a blue moon I’ll be off my trolley and I’ll start to forget my lack of coordination in a place selling 15 dollar drinks and blaring music I have never heard before.”
“But nah, I am hanging up the boots. It’s genuinely uncomfortable most of the time, and I just end up getting pissed to make it bearable.”
Gosku said that being in a long term relationship has had a significant impact on his desire to call it a day; “The fact that I don’t need to hook up with someone in that environment really means that I would much rather be at some pub somewhere to be honest.”
“I spent over a hundred bucks at that shithole last night. Ahhh man. And don’t get me started on entry fees to places like that,” he said.
“Yeah pay money to come into our joint where we are going to charge you like a wounded bull.”
Although he can understand that women love being able to dance and unwind with a bit of a boogie, Gosku told The Advocate that it’s just not for him, and that’s fine.
