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So, yeah, that thing I said about making just one post about Decadence? I lied. What I have bemoaned so often in private, I have officially gotten off my own chest. Now if only the thousands of squealing, sterroided, hemorrhoided, semi-nude homos flooding the restaurants, shopping plazas, and streetcars of my fair city would just put something on their own (chest, that is), I could sleep soundly.