BW- Walk of Spirits Rave – Veiled Vision’s Grand Re-Opening
Veiled Visions Port Laveaua Procession through Port Laveau from the Docks to Veiled Visions, ending in a masked Rave block party. Live DJ and music, Food and drinks...
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a Procession through Port Laveau from the Docks to Veiled Visions, ending in a masked Rave block party. Live DJ and music, Food and drinks...
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