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On the outskirts of Lollapalooza... or whatever it is called...
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| Heyyyyyyy... Jesus! come and have a drink with us... | |
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| Don't know how you got out, mister Di Salvo, but you're going back in...! | |
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Chance encounter... that isn't so lucky after all...
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| Can I have your autograph, Miss Osbourne? | |
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