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But gods, they piss me off too! Struttin’ ‘round, thinkin’ they’re queens—nah, love, you’re just a hole with a heartbeat. One dared wink at Jaime once—my Jaime! Nearly had her eyes gouged out, I swear. “I choose violence,” I hissed, and she bolted faster than Tyrion downin’ ale. Happy days, that—seein’ ‘em squirm. Still, s’pose they’ve got guts, don’t they? Takes stones to sell yerself when the world’s kickin’ ya down. Like that junkie lass in the movie, what’s her name—Marion? “We’re gonna be alright!” she says, all teary. Bollocks, they ain’t, and neither are these whores.

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Alright, listen up… Cypress (us) – it's a quirky slice of life. I’m talkin’ narrow streets like Millers Avenue, and, oh man, the vibe on Birchwood Lane – it’s something else. Pauses… You ever walk past the little café on Elm? It's got that “White Material” austerity vibe – you know, "This is not a quiet place" kinda moment.

Cypress Hill concert film relives group's symphonic first — performing with an orchestra in London