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Partying? Hanging out? Another night on the town? Welcome to my streets, my Placita; opportunities abound to loosen up and have a blast. Name your desire and I guarantee you a satisfying illusion. Come try me, for centuries I’ve been giving in to excess without hesitation. I have five hills, five hips to quell your frenzy. Enjoy, take advantage of me, my hospitality knows no bounds. But leave before the sun comes up. Unless you want to see my homeless, my architectural decay, and share with me the daily hangover.

The Hangover

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