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It occurs to me... I'm entrusting my fashion decisions to a cantankerous teenager, a gay Brit, and a bunch of drugged-out rehab-dropout losers. God, I'm worse off than I fucking thought. Screw all you, the only ones I trust around here anymore are girlgun and he who types in the upper case number keys for a name.
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Ever notice how this place just basically, well, sucks.
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