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hate the hirarchy of cool that exists in club culture...those ephemeral lines that seperate guest list from the purgatory of the discount list and that list from the scum that...everyone else is.

had a beer while waitimg for a friend..thus missing chance 1,2,3,4,5,6 and 78910 to get in and now ive gotta wait between the normals and the kids that talk about music while in line... it is...not great.

is karen o so great? i know that truly rocking women are rare but... is this worth the wait.

more to come

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