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Coyote Ugly Bar Party
Lambda opens up it’s inhouse bar for a college party at 1pm.
No ID’s required in the Lambda house.
All welcome.
Times are in SLT.
Lambda opens up it’s inhouse bar for a college party at 1pm.
No ID’s required in the Lambda house.
All welcome.
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