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Mannequin Pussy, Pom Pom Squad Perform at Bailey Hall
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Bailey Hall on Saturday was home to over 500 concertgoers for a performance by indie-punk group Mannequin Pussy and Pom Pom Squad.
The Cornell Daily Sun (https://cornellsun.com/tag/rock/)
Bailey Hall on Saturday was home to over 500 concertgoers for a performance by indie-punk group Mannequin Pussy and Pom Pom Squad.
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