Jul 19, 2002 | Fukuma
“The weekend has landed. All that exists now is clubs, drugs, pubs and parties. I’ve got 48 hours off from the world, man. I’m going to blow steam out of my head like a screaming kettle. I’m going to talk codshit to strangers all night....
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