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	<title>Comments on: Morbid Art!</title>
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		<title>By: Max Shea</title>
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		<description>Hustler Magazine published that photo in 1978.  I must have been nine.  I sneaked my Dad&#039;s copy.  Larry Flynt&#039;s expose of STDs was a feature in that issue.  It feature that very photo from Anthony Wisdom&#039;s &quot;Color Atlas of Venereology&quot; (Mosby, 1973).  It scared the living crap out of my and burned in my mind for weeks. Later on in college, I picked up that issue of Hustler at a flea market.  My brain could process the image this time.  It&#039;s still pretty gnarly.  I always wondered what the identity of that woman dying of tertiary syphilis was.</description>
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