Thunderdome, I don't know how I feel about you anymore. I know it's been years since I've been to the desert and last year while the fundraiser raged, I was sipping limoncello in Rome, but I always come back to you, Thunderdome, and expect to party like it's 1999 (or 2000, or even 2001). But you're changed, Thunderdome - who the hell are these
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