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A parade of pageantry, shrugged off by onlookers who couldn’t be bothered to take in this manufactured beauty-
All is commerce in the eyes of those who fail to see.
One doesn’t need to admit defeat and succumb to utter stupidity in order to open their eyes, even to the most contrived wonders the earth has in store for the suffering workingman.
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