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Put The Bass In Your Walk
My Journey to Fierce
Sunday, September 7, 2008
The Straw In My Guinness Doesn't Bother Him
In a city where the music is rarely honest anymore, my Irish bartender at The Queys -- the only New York bartender I can truly call my own -- means it.
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