How to Lose Your Face in a Tekno Tunnel and Emerge Relatively Unscathed

I tottered off my platform sneakers and scraped up my leg on a pitch of gravel just as the sun was coming up. It was 2:30 a.m. Scandinavian summers are brutal if you’ve got to get to a job, but if you’re crawling out the ass-end of a rave—only so early because you really can’t make it ‘til the 5 a.m. closing time—it’s…

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