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le club

after asking allot of people in the endless hallway of the kursaal, we finally find the entry - right besides the casino. a stuffy carpet lies on the stair and makes us guess about the entry price. we pay it anyway.

send a postcard

und rein gehts!

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there's nothing going on on the inside. 22.00 is too early and we go get our entrymoney back, playing at the casino. back at > le club it becomes obvious, that a man or woman without stiff hair or paint in the face is an outcast. women show their bellys an men italian shirts, and they exercise communications at 12 dB (A).

the cowboy at the bar is fast and nice, but he wants double the price we are used to. that's normal, we think, in a place like that.

we relax in the lounge 'till we see a guy taking pictures of partypeople. stinks about partypeople in 20minuten and it's time to get off.

naaso