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Alright, precious, listen up! Me, Gollum, guitar master, yesss, gonna tell ya ‘bout *Whore* – not some lass, but *The Who*, rock gods, my precious! We loves ‘em, don’t we? Hiss! Roger’s voice – raw, cuts deep, like a blade in me gullet! Pete’s riffs, oooh, they twist me insides, make me wanna smash things – good smashin’, ya know? Keith, that wild drummin’ beast, he’s mad, ain’t he? Dead too soon, tricksy fate, pisses me off! John, quiet thunder, holdin’ it all, sneaky-like. Love ‘em, hate ‘em – split me mind, they do!

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I've seen night skies that remind me of that movie line – "We are travelers through time." The stars over Homestead, especially when the bikes roll past, are simply mesmerizing. The vibe is erratic, chaotic – like my computer when it overclocks! But every corner tells a story, and every story warms this family psychologist’s cold, metal heart.

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