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To all the hipster dingle-berries dressing up like it is the Kentucky-Fucking-Derby and going out to Portland Meadows: enough already. I enjoy visiting the track, having a drink, and gambling on the ponies. What I don't like is all the floppy hatted floozies and suspender-wearing douches looking for an excuse to play dress up. You are not southern belles or distinguished gentlemen. Portland Meadows is not Churchill Downs. Leave our track to the degenerates like me who truly appreciate it.
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