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I think Eliza’s lost her shit. Please ensure she doesn’t die. Full statement here, and here’s the topslice:

There’s aSWEATSHOPin about eleven hours that is cutting out even more slack between patrons and the artists they feed. I mean, haven’t you ever wanted to just dangle a gobbet of lemon chicken over an artist’s snapping, slavering maw?

Well, thanks to the brilliant minds behind SWEATSHOP,now you can!

That’s right. Sunday SWEATSHOPcuts out the middle man, and letsyou, the faithful patrons of the arts, feed the artists directly

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