Moulin Rouge
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A dance with a stranger The violent rain showered me and the sky was gloomy and lifeless. It was a solitary visual; it reflected exactly my melancholy state of mind. The air was thick with the scent of rain-damp clothing. Coldness crept round me, like water surrounding an island. The brightly lit front of the Moulin Rouge caught my attention from the soaking street corner. I was glad when I was finally allowed inside. Two grand mahogany French doors opened slowly, but surely. As I peered in I could see that the room looked luxurious. It was the beautiful golden spotlights above that caught my eye, which twinkled just like stars in the night sky. My mood changed to a feeling of warmth and bliss. Perhaps this wasn't going to be so bad after all. I merrily strolled in. I was expecting it to be just like heaven,...


