SAN FRANCISCO, 1983–85: One of my favorite haunts was Dancers, a club on Harrison and Second Street. It was a cavernous, dimly lit space where colored lights flashed to an industrial beat, creating an inescapable aura of sensuality, with young ladies dancing on top of the bar.
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