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and if my heart was a car, you woulda stripped it a long time ago.
WHO: Chas Chandler; narrative.
WHAT: A night in the life.
( He could rattle off routes — the Knowledge, always the ingrained Knowledge — without consulting a single map, simply closing his eyes and picturing the city’s arteries and veins sprawling out before him, unfurling beneath his tyres. )
WHAT: A night in the life.
( He could rattle off routes — the Knowledge, always the ingrained Knowledge — without consulting a single map, simply closing his eyes and picturing the city’s arteries and veins sprawling out before him, unfurling beneath his tyres. )