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The dirt lot behind the Continental Club on South Congress charged five bucks cash, let you park your beater all night if the band was good, and the attendant in the lawn chair would hold your spot with an orange cone that had seen better days; these days the pavement's the same but the system texts you dynamic pricing alerts, knows when you left the bar, and charges a convenience fee for using actual money at the new kiosk.
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Handed a doorman at 1315 South Congress a wrinkled twenty for the Tuesday cover, bought two Shiners at the bar, and watched the total hit forty-three dollars before the first guitar chord; the same night in 2009 bought you entry, four beers, a basket of free pretzels, and still left enough for breakfast tacos on the way home.
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