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Angus Nic Neven.

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«Dans sa merde si on y est bien, on y vit»

991 avenue. Nine hundred ninty one

Loft ouvert, fenêtre sur rue.

Normies decapited.

Blood harvest every monday.

«Smoke-smoke on the track-track,

block-block on the fog-fog,

six-one-six on the pack-pack,

we-we ain't no dog-dog»

911 avenue,

Fais le Nine-One-One,

Seems a gangster has fall in love.

Call the Neuf-Cent-Onze.

Spears raised like Ajax.

On top-lane as Jax.

Cells are coagulating on the pavement.

Infinite dissecations of human relations.

C'est nous le Grand Nancy.