SANS SANCTUARY

Sanctuary is the relatively new club in town, just a few lights down from the Masonic Temple with its big, neon blue square and compass blazing away over the highway. The club itself is located down an alleyway that some distant city official must’ve designated as a street for a no doubt absinthe fueled laugh. It sits at the bottom of a long, cascading driveway, snuggling between the kudzu drowned rail tracks and a brick faced barber shop with a martial arts/dance studio one floor above it. Friday nights rotate promoters the way their DJs rotate their sets and up this week is Feral – a monthly electric carnival powered by alcohol and sweat apparently.
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