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Nov 29
I'll never forget the first time I drank a glass of tap water in the
woods with Jimi Hendrix. I was living in the woods with
stinking, ****** hippies when a hippie poured for me
a glass of municipal water. Even though I didn't see
what the big deal was, I've not drank city water
since. Is that Jimi Hendrix? No, it's only a
rotting oak tree stump. ****!
𝘚𝘶𝘻𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 ᴮᵉʳˡⁱⁿˢᵏʸ
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𝘚𝘶𝘻𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 ᴮᵉʳˡⁱⁿˢᵏʸ  Simpang Bedok, Singapore
(Simpang Bedok, Singapore)   
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