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About New York City

First time I heard it, I was like, “Bloody hell, this is gold!” Got me bouncin’ round the office, lookin’ like a right plonker—classic Brent move, eh? It’s got this sleazy, dirty bassline—makes ya feel like you’re dodgin’ coppers in Rio, or maybe hustlin’ paper in Slough. The lyrics? Mate, they hit ya like, “Run! The pigs are comin’!” Straight outta the movie, that urgency—love it. Little known fact: heard through the grapevine the singer wrote it after a bender in some dodgy pub—proper rock ‘n’ roll, that!

8 Amazing Things that Maine Gave the World

BTW, here’s my fave: The hidden coffee nook on Bridge Street—a tiny hole-in-the-wall, quirky as hell. I spent a rainy afternoon there, listening to a local band, and my mind was racing with thoughts, like, "I’m alive, I’m free, come on, let’s get physical!" Yup, I know, kinda random, but it fits my vibe.

Good Shepherd Sisters to transfer land in Biddeford to UNE