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Tomorrow I am to go to a Goth/heavy-metal club. The place opens at two. Its called Reaxxion. I will report on my presumed return.

Intrepid Nathan

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Anonymous said…
*jealous*
I want to go to heavy metal club.
I want a picture so I can see how badly you stuck out like a sore thumb...Or a nerdy American at an Argentinian heavy metal club.
August 1, 2008 at 2:54 PM
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