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From the green hills of Albania to the back rooms of New York City, Sworn Virgins bring the light. A strangers hand on your shoulder, bright red painted finger nails scratching your thigh, all those beautiful things that made you leave that small town you came from. Greased up and ready to go, close your eyes and take it in.
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