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Fear And Loathing on the Campaign Trail '72
Outside my new front door the street is full of leaves.
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Hell's Angels
California, Labour Day weekend ... early, with ocean fog still in the streets, outlaw motorcyclists wearing chains, shades and greasy Levis roll out from damp garages, all-night diners and cast-off one-night pads in Frisco, Hollywood, Berdoo and East Oakland, heading for the Monterey peninsula north of Big Sur ...
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Hell's Angels
California, Labour Day weekend ... early, with ocean fog still in the streets, outlaw motorcyclists wearing chains, shades and greasy Levis roll out from damp garages, all-night diners and cast-off one-night pads in Frisco, Hollywood, Berdoo and East Oakland, heading for the Monterey peninsula north of Big Sur ...
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Hell's Angels
California, Labour Day weekend ... early, with ocean fog still in the streets, outlaw motorcyclists wearing chains, shades and greasy Levis roll out from damp garages, all-night diners and cast-off one-night pads in Frisco, Hollywood, Berdoo and East Oakland, heading for the Monterey peninsula north of Big Sur ...
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My parents were decent people, and I was raised, like my friends, to believe that Police were our friends and protectors—the Badge was a symbol of extremely high authority, perhaps the highest of all.
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My parents were decent people, and I was raised, like my friends, to believe that Police were our friends and protectors
the Badge was a symbol of extremely high authority, perhaps the highest of all.
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Kingdom of Fear
My parents were decent people, and I was raised, like my friends, to believe that Police were our friends and protectors
the Badge was a symbol of extremely high authority, perhaps the highest of all.
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The Rum Diary
My apartment in New York was on Perry Street, a five minute walk from the White Horse.
Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas
We were somewhere around Barstow on the edge of the desert when the drugs began to take hold.
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