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Nov 2020
I show up to downtown just as everyone starts heading out. It was such beautiful chaos and carnage. Wigs, masks, bits of feather boas literring the streets. The lost and fearful gaze of those trying to locate their brethren. Panicked phonecalls, fights over cabs. Glass and debris everywhere... The stale stench of smashed beer bottles mixed with the thick scent of ***** that you can blatantly see trailing down the asphalt from the alleyway. I kind of like the after-hour societal decay more than I might have enjoyed the night itself. Gross realness. I mean that as two meanings... The sheer amount and the level of filth. Glorious.
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MissNeona
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