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“Pretty alright,” the man says. “Nice for city driving.”The light changes and the car pulls away from us slowly. Emily says, “WANNA RACE?” and peels out of stoplight, cackling with delight.We pull up to them at another light.“I LIKE YOUR LITTLE HAT,” Emily faux-yells, The man is wearing a black newsboy cap. “IT GOES WITH YOUR LITTLE CARRR.” She growls and revs past them, as if we are racing, even though we’re both surrounded by cars front and back, our paces entirely dictated by traffic.“Fuck you fuck you fuck you, she chants, “and your little car!” and they are turning away and we are continuing on Penn Street towards Philidelphia.

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Roger introduces himself and asks us where we’re staying – and we’ve got a spot! We tell him we’ll put him on the list and exchange numbers. And we’ve got a PLACE TO STAAAYY.Stay tuned for Part Two. And in the meantime, here are pictures from their show at Death By Audio last night:


