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Come on, surely his estate could have chipped in for a pair of legs! He looks like a double-amputee. Or perhaps he's supposed to be on his knees in uncharacteristic hippie-like repose; maybe they just sawed the head off of a Jimi Hendrix memorial statue. Surely, everyone's favorite fascist-asshole-with-a-bowlcut deserves better. Joey got a whole street named after him, and Dee Dee still welcomes people to the Chelsea Hotel web page from beyond the grave!
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