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“I walked away exhilarated by my success, because there's nothing like making a difference in someone's life, even if that difference is a lifetime of nightmares and a fortune in therapy bills.”

Quote by Marilyn Manson

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Marilyn Manson
Marilyn Manson

Marilyn Manson, born Brian Warner, is an American musician, actor, and visual artist. He is renowned for his unique musical style and stage persona, being one of the key figures in industrial and gothic rock. Marilyn Manson's music blends various musical elements, including rock, metal, electronic, and classical music, often exploring themes of darkness, death, and the supernatural. more

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