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A seafoam crowd tucked into Barclay's shadow, every sense switched on. Hands stinging from clapping, throats raw from cheering, eyes wide at what just happened. New York never sleeps — it never even slows down. Then Sabrina Ionescu takes the floor, and for a moment the whole city holds still. It watches and moves as one ensemble to Sab's rhythm. SLAM 264 is here now, New York.
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