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		<title>By: DC City Blog &#124; Moby Dick House of Kabob</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 27 Dec 2007 04:59:37 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>[...] 25, 2004 - McFadden’s (Drift Reality) - When I was a wee boy at Georgetown, I would often hear about Champs, a legendary bar where [...]</description>
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		<title>By: DC City Blog &#124; McFaddens</title>
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		<dc:creator>DC City Blog &#124; McFaddens</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 22 Nov 2007 21:03:56 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>[...] (Drift Reality) When I was a wee boy at Georgetown, I would often hear about Champs, a legendary bar where football players, lacrosse players, and their freshmen groupies would gather to drink cheap beer and engage in conversation that had all the trappings of the banter one might hear in a special-education class. [...]</description>
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