Pink Punk Not Steampunk

are you saying steampunk? I asked the woman with the invite. she threw back her head and showed her pearly teeth, white. I said pink-punk, she told me, come by on Saturday night. I had never seen pink-punk before, it was quite a sight. plastic Paris, prissiness, poodles, pretty pompousness, a plight. I had to leave early, unfortunately, for I had an early flight. but I will never forget seeing pink-punk in Paris that night. I am so glad the strange woman handed me that invite.