Detroit's historic Masonic Temple reeked of pot, sweat, flat soda, and Speed Stick deodorant on the night of February 21. The funk of the juggalo had choked the air of the venue that—thanks to its gold ceilings and red carpets—looked like it should have been hosting a performance of Swan Lake, instead of white rappers in clown makeup.
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