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... hat art meant something. Now some punk kid in some backwater shithole neighbourhood makes some trashcan hip-hip about how shit life is, gets picked up by a label, and a week later hes ODed off some blow he sniffed from his new corpo wifes rack, meanwhile, everything hes made, everything he stood for has been mined and broken apart and sold to the highest bidder.
--Scoop Doge, from his penthouse suite in Ohio Two, 2051
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I figured that with about a dozen heavily-armed du ...
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