The streets were filled with raucous talking, laughing, dancing, and cheering. The sidewalks were wet with spilled alcohol, and the stench of old cigarettes and stale perfume hung in the air.
The noise drowned out everything. Even in short periods of relative silence, it still felt like on had to shout to be heard. Yet this was the one night of the whole year that any of it was acceptable.
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