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Fuck manners, fuck cancer, and fuck forks. If you missed DC Industree’s utensil-free benefit for Fuck Cancer at the Taste of DC loft, you missed a rowdy assembly of generous food lovers noshing on some of the best finger food the district has to offer– with little to no decorum. Chefs were iced, the Big Buck Hunter machine was rarely vacant, and open bar plus DJ Kid Cannibal (possibly the next generation of Body Jam) created a dangerous arrangement for making rounds for seconds, thirds, and more.

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