What if a circus burlesque cult conspired with a mad scientist to build a time machine that creates possible futures from unused impossible pasts? What if this machine was made out of slapstick antics, bawdy songs, forgotten longings, and ribald parody at the expense of the tyranny of social convention? What if this ritual contraption could open minds by burlesquing everything that keeps us from kindness, joy and creativity? What if this device could delineate a space where we could celebrate the magnificent diversity of human beauty and desire?
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Or maybe Cabaret Decadance is just a harmless little circus with catchy original tunes, gilded age aesthetics, and sexy slapstick choreography. Yeah that's it. Never mind...