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at Mars Bar in NYC’s East Village, perhaps the REAL last vestige of downtown punk…

“I was a personal friend of John Lennon.”

“Nobody cook no fucking fish.  I got a seafood cooker.”

“That’s what you get for working for the people.”

“I need some legal advice!”
Guy wearing a camo coat and brandishing 2/3 empty bottle of cough syrup: “I can help.”
“I need a lawyer in South Carolina.”
“I know a lawyer in South Carolina.”
They exit.

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