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Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome back to the Shimmy Sham Sham sessions. Fall is knocking at the door. Dancers bathe into the red sunsets hoping to squeeze the very last drop out of summers bliss. They know theyll soon have to haul their Tropicana scented butt to reality… but in the meantime they gaze upon those last three months of love and dreams. Half stunned, they let their mind wander across the meanders of the promising days to come. Time has stopped. The beat keeps on rolling, and those words swirl and resonate in your head: >Pony loves the sun, to touch her back and see her run…< In the heat of the night, let those sweaty numbers melt your worries. No top hat and gator shoes required…just shake that ass!