At one point, I am certain it was grand. That’s not how I met the Castle Theater in the 1980s, its opulence long gone. You could pay four dollars and see as many movies as you wanted. There were two
At one point, I am certain it was grand. That’s not how I met the Castle Theater in the 1980s, its opulence long gone. You could pay four dollars and see as many movies as you wanted. There were two
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