A. Holy Hell is it cold.
B. This guy may write for Outside, but he's a nancy boy. Bicycle Diaries my ass.
C. Shots fired at D Street? Tell me something I don't know.
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3 comments:
So when people ask where the D Street Hotel is, I can now say it's right next to Drug City. How quaint.
I'm not sure what a nancy boy is, but if it is something like a pussy then I agree.
I was coming home from the Box way too late at night right as the pigs were rolling up. It's kind of strange to end your evening cold, wet, drunk, and with people getting gat-blasted as fuck next door.
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