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			There is no excuse for the anarchy and mayhem that was the show entrance.  If you weren’t a dealer, you were told conflicting things by every different employee there.  No signage or clear lines for attendees.  
 The abstract “lines” snaked around aimlessly for over a football field’s worth of distance, while others strolled right in while “guards” were looking at their phones. Or chatting.  Clusterfuck doesn’t begin to describe it.
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