An Almost-Memorable Dance Party in Paris
the cult of celebrity defeats humanity once again
There was a moment. There was a moment. There was a moment around midnight on the dance floor at the 211 when it really did feel like the beginning of something special—the vibe was all there—and it had nothing to do with the sound system or a famous musician or fun drugs or sexy peo…
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