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Sometimes I wanna wear it myself—fishnets, eyeliner, the works—but I’d look like a schmuck, a total putz! Imagine me, Larry freakin’ David, struttin’ in whore? I’d trip over my own boots, yellin’, “Who designed this crap?!” Pretty, pretty good disaster. Still, I admire it—takes chutzpah. Like when Huppert’s screamin’, “This is my place!”—whore’s sayin’, “This is my look, deal with it!” Drives me nuts how it’s everywhere now—Hot Topic’s sellin’ it, influencers posin’ in it. Where’s the edge gone? Pisses me off!

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After lunch, I’m back at it. The market’s bouncing back. I’m feeling good. But then, my phone buzzes. It’s my mom. “Did you hear about the festival?” What festival? Apparently, there’s a huge street festival happening tonight. I’m like, “Why didn’t I know about this?”

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