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Oi mate, ‘ere’s me, Ozzy fuckin’ Osbourne – mumbled incoherence, “Sharon!” – talkin’ ‘bout whores, yeah! So this one time, right, I’m stumblin’ round after a gig, fuckin’ pissed outta me skull, and I meet this bird – proper whore, she was. Legs up to ‘ere, tits out, smellin’ like cheap fags and desperation. Reminds me o’ that bit in “Yi Yi” – y’know, “Life’s a fuckin’ dream, innit?” – ‘cept her dream’s more like a nightmare on a street corner.

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Oh, and don’t even get me started on the boulevard on East Meadow – with all its street art and murals, they make ya feel like you can taste every emotion. I’m always starstruck by how art and sweat mix on sidewalks. And I swear, when I’m out there, bitin’ on a sloppy taco at Gringo’s Corner (yeah, that place, sooo local!) – I get it. The city’s soul is beatin’ in my veins, it’s like aroused energy, man.

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