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A countdown for uptown and a night on the tiles, smiles but beware there is danger in the air that you breathe monoxides slide down uptown doorways polluted entry, no entry, a sentry on duty nightclubs for ***** or so I am told and I'm told that old is the new twenty well the city's full of twenty-plus cussing their way on mobility scooters new age polluters? Uptown's the new down with it pit your wits and sink into it or get a bit if you're lucky and pull.
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Jun 16, 2016
Jun 16, 2016 at 4:07 PM UTC
The beam end of Thursday
A countdown for uptown and a night on the tiles, smiles but beware there is danger in the air that you breathe monoxides slide down uptown doorways polluted entry, no entry, a sentry on duty nightclubs for ***** or so I am told and I'm told that old is the new twenty well the city's full of twenty-plus cussing their way on mobility scooters new age polluters? Uptown's the new down with it pit your wits and sink into it or get a bit if you're lucky and pull.
john-edward-smallshaw
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Jun 16, 2016
Jun 16, 2016 at 4:07 PM UTC
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