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She gestured to the crowded dance floor, where a non-binary teenager in a mesh top was laughing with a lesbian couple in their sixties. As he stepped down, Miss Claudette caught his

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For Leo, a twenty-four-year-old trans man who had only moved to the city six months ago, the club was more than a bar. It was a cathedral.