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VIDEO: Tassles, pasties, and Mooninites at the Great Boston Burlesque Exposition
By SARA FAITH ALTERMAN  |  January 28, 2010

Just last week, over the long Presidents’ Day weekend, a curiously sexy event took place in famously frosty Boston. For a few hours, the city’s puritanical reputation took a back seat to the Great Boston Burlesque Exposition, a four-day bacchanal of boobs, buns, and pasties, celebrating the lost art of the strip-tease.

SLIDESHOW: Images from the Great Boston Burlesque Exposition, Part 1

SLIDESHOW: Images from the Great Boston Burlesque Exposition, Part 2

SLIDESHOW: Images from the Great Boston Burlesque Exposition, Part 3

Real women do burlesque: Putting the tease - and some other things - back in striptease. By Sara Faith Alterman

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