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64. The Sin
Elen was indeed delighted. The Sin, one of the most posh places in the city, was more of a concert club focusing on intimate performances, mostly rock and pop. Also some artistic performances and themed events were organized there during the week.
She knew that it would be possible to meet at least a dozen people from the front pages of gossip newspapers, especially over the weekend. She didn't like scandalmongers, but she didn't mind taking a close look at famous people.
Elen had been in The Sin many times with Jo at some concerts. She never asked her how she managed to get admission tickets to these usually small, tucked-in parties or gigs with an audience of two or three hundred people, and not thousands, like in big concert halls.
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