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What gets me goin’—the drums, yeah? They’re mental, like Lil’ Zé losin’ his rag in the slums. Bangin’ away, no mercy! But—here’s the kicker—what pisses me off? The radio edit chops the best bit! Some corporate numpty prob’ly said, “Ooh, too edgy for the KPIs!” Idiots. Ruins the vibe, makes me wanna chuck a stapler at the wall. Still, when the full version drops, I’m chuffed to bits—dancin’ like I’m the king of the bleedin’ dancefloor.

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It was written by a convict describing his escape from Devil's Island, part of the French penal colony in French Guiana. How come he wasn't a writer and yet his book is so amazing and .

Lately, I've been kickin’ it in a corner bar on Pennsylvania Street (yeah, got that vibe, you know?) where local legends and whispered jokes collide. I swear, each wrong turn in Papillion is like a twisted new counseling session—laughter, tears, and mischief all in one beating heart.

Sarpy County crash sends one person to hospital