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Not simply a common display of human and inhuman oddities, these are both the shunned and misbegotten children of nature, and those whose very visages show that they have willingly and – YES, eagerly! – walked the crooked path of turpitude! Their sins ARE their salvations, as you shall soon see, my friends, and these marvelous monstrosities present the tapestry of their depravity to you in all of its ghastly glory and sinister splendor! EACH is a Prometheus of perversity! THIS, and THIS ALONE, is the finest display of decadence and depredation in all the hells! Yours, for your education and elucidation, for a nominal entrance fee…”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eHe tips his hat, grins, and steps aside, gesturing for you to enter.\u003c\/p\u003e","products":[{"product_id":"arachnina","title":"Arachnina, The Spider Girl Perfume Oil","description":"\u003ch2\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eARACHNINA, THE SPIDER GIRL\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/h2\u003e\n\u003cblockquote\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eYou move towards the first stage on your right, and as you walk, you feel something brush across your cheek. Something about the softness of the phantom caress makes your skin crawl, and you flinch involuntarily. At that moment, the Spider Girl strides haughtily onto the platform, her stiletto heels clicking a strange staccato as she walks. Her body is wrapped in skin-tight strips of black PVC, and the gleaming vinyl glistens in stark contrast to the alabaster skin on her six pale, white arms. She gestures to the rafters above with a graceful flick of her blood-red nails. 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