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What time did you get here?
About 2 a.m. Lately, my friends and I have been advocates of heavy after-parties. We call it “dying.” Like, if we’re trying to die, that means we’re trying to go out hard until we die. We’ll find something that doesn’t start till 6 a.m. The last one we were at was some warehouse spot that was filled with raving Eurotrash, and it was awesome.