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Lou's Such An Old Punk He Was Around When The Ramones Were Junkie Hustlers First And Musicians Second, When Punk Meant Something Other Than A Mass-marketing Concept Designed To Help The Bridge-and-tunnel Crowd Feel Cool.

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