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HGH Private Wing Grand Re-Opening Gala

Name: HGH Private Wing Grand Re-Opening Gala
Start: 2026-08-30T10:00:00-07:00
End: 2026-08-30T13:00:00-07:00
Location: Hathian General Hospital

August 30 @ 10:00 am - 1:00 pm

Put on your finest cocktail or formal attire and join us for the grand re-opening of the private wing of HGH. Sip some champagne, grab some hors-dourves, and mingle with Hathian’s finest before we cut the ribbon on the only area in HGH that will actually get you some privacy.

Donations to the HGH Disaster Relief Fund will be gladly accepted at the event.

Details

Date: August 30
Time:
10:00 am - 1:00 pm
Event Category: Crack Den
Event Tags:Crack Den, Hathian

Venue

Hathian General Hospital

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