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The Constellations' Favourite Sahash













There is a dark, dank, dismal, disgusting place. Deep down within the blackened, bitter heart of Bighamton, New York. An awful… hole-in-the-ground, hole-in-the-wall, need it like a hole-in-the-head, nasty little ♥♥♥♥♥♥ of a joint. You wanna get yourself a little bit of cage, a little bit too of that old spice, a little bit of that synth? You’re gonna wanna… take a few steps down Court Street, take a left at the traffic signal. It’s a one way street, but not in the classic sense—no, not in a literal sense. Metaphors, bro. But there’s a nasty little place or series of places; a joint, a cluster—a cluster ♥♥♥♥. Cement… concrete… graffiti… scrawled on the walls; the furniture stuffed in the closet for long enough for us to make our… *ends* meet… if ya catch my drift. A nasty little place in town called Front Street.