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During college, my friends and I used to hit up Dreams Nightclub because ladies got in free before 11 p.m. and they had “free” transportation from campus—which just turned out to be off-duty school buses. Sexy! Then the club got stale… so we cooled on it. One day, a friend of mine showed up with a new flyer advertising Club 21. It had good drink specials, fresh vibes, so we were like, “Okay, let’s give Club 21 a try.” We walked in, looked around, and realized it’s just fucking Dreams again! They painted the outside, moved the bar to the other side of the room, and changed the sign out front. By junior year, we were getting hip to the scam. A few times, my friends came with new flyers and I pointed out that the address was always the same. “It’s just Dreams, you guys.” Then, one day, everyone was talking about the Mosaic Lounge: it was cool; it was new; it was the place to be on a Friday night. I told my friends, “No, it’s Dreams. I’m not gonna get got again.” But then they showed me the address on the flyer, and sure enough, it was different. So I was like, “Fuck it, let’s go.” We showed up to the building, which was suspiciously close to Dreams, and once we walked in, I immediately realized it was just the back entrance into Dreams. They fucking got us.
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