Urban Republic; Maison.
An unregrettably exhausting night brimmed with the usual adjuncts of alcohol and mindless dancing among a plethora of carefree partygoers. By 3am my hair was plastered to my back from all the sweat and it was ascertained that the contents of a Flaming Lamborghini simply do not agree with my taste buds. And of course, it being a Thursday, I had the pleasure of bumping into many familiar faces.
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