Oh, Manchester, So Much To Answer For

I don't think I'm one of the peeps they're going for, and I think I'm glad. It all seems a bit declassé, and a wee bit unsettling, somehow. Like D.C.'s standing on a street corner in torn fishnets and a fake fur, leeringly saying, "hey, baby" at passing cars.

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