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CMNF at Blues Bar

Name: CMNF at Blues Bar
Start: 2026-04-02T10:00:00-07:00
End: 2026-04-02T13:00:00-07:00
Location: Blues Bar

April 2 @ 10:00 am - 1:00 pm

We hold a CMNF day at Blues bar in District 8. You all know what CMNF means, right? If not look it up. So guys, dress nicely. Girls, do not dress at all, we have a locker outside of course. The cocktail of the day will be happy hour during the event, it is named Sex In Public, a variation of Sex on the Beach. So visit us and let us have a great time!

https://maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/District%208/232/27/36

Details

Date: April 2
Time:
10:00 am - 1:00 pm
Event Category: Crack Den
Event Tags:Crack Den

Venue

Blues Bar
https://maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/District8/232/27/36 + Google Map

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CMNF at Blues Bar

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