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The Fags fly to Florida to commune with their Hag! Only Divine Providence (no, that's not a drag queen) knows what's in store when we all come together in a blinding flash of light and an explosion of glitter -- and perhaps a leather harness or two. So top off your happy juice and join us for another round of kitch, stitch, and bitch. C'mon, we don't bite . . . unless you ask us to.
