It was a pretty wild experience. The music was incredibly loud so I could only stand there for a few minutes. On top of that some dude was yelling at the top of his lungs for the holy spirit which I thought was kind of interesting. From there my wife and I escaped to the quiet of the Portrait Gallery and the Sculpture Garden.
Is that woman for real? I mean, “Je$us”?
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