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10:30 p.m. in a Manassas diner. Over coffee, a pasty goth girl in a black Tool T-shirt consumes cigs and reports a new fondness for body shots. But nothing animates her more than hearing “Dirrty” bust out on the jukebox: “This is my favorite song!” And really, wouldn’t the best makeover for the used-up diva be a Bauhaus-black dye job? —Jason Cherkis