You know those clubs you pass and you think, I wonder what goes in there? The kind that look too exclusive to even think about getting into? Like if you even consider the possibility of one day suggesting that maybe you might like to wander in JUST TO TAKE A LOOK, you'll be tackled to the ground by a bouncer bigger than your whole family? This is totally one of those. I present to you the hottest spot in all of Chicago: TRASH.
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