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Somehow, after a night of drinking, I always end up at Sneaky Dee’s—craving nachos like my life depends on it. It’s loud, chaotic, and covered in graffiti… like, everything is tagged. I spend half the night just trying to figure out where to look—walls, ceiling, maybe even my plate?
Then the food hits, my stomach growls, and it’s off to the bathroom… where even the faucet has graffiti. I’m talking stall, mirror, urinal—nothing’s safe. It’s a wild, beautiful mess.