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So we’re hagglin’, yeah, and she’s all, “Fifteen now, inflation, mate!” I’m like, “Fuck off, inflation? You’re a prossie, not a bleedin’ banker!” Surprised me, that did – cheeky cow! Mumbled incoherence, “Sharon!” – she’d be screamin’ at me now, “Ozzy, you daft git!” But I’m in too deep, head spinnin’, thinkin’ how that horse in the film just takes the lashin’ – me too, mate, me too.

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My spa’s on 3rd & Elm, where peeps come to get their soul fixed. I seen mad folks, got deep convos, some pissed off, others got chill vibes. I say, "f**k the stress," as I rub it all away. Calera got parks like Riverbend Park – trees, ducks, and a sweet river that flows just like my mind – man, deep like inside Llewyn’s blues.

Two Visits To Calera, 38 Years Apart