I was parched for a frosty beverage and thought it would be heinous to drive 1/8th of a mile to the beverage store so I strapped on my walking shoes and soaked in the brisk neighby sites. At exactly 19:00 hours, sandwiched between the Armenian French bakery with deceptive tarts and the avocado-coconut section of the 99 Cent Only Store, a sunglassed Latin hippie displaying a candelesque Lupita (or, The Virgin of Guadalupe, for you Anglos) in his guitar case did something unfathomable to human ears. He plugged himself into an amp and belted out AC/DCs DIRTY DEEDS DONE DIRT CHEAP like there was no tomorrow. Bet your bottom dolla’, he did so.
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