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So, and welcome to yet another lovely, very special episode. The Lines Led by Donkey's Podcasts.

I'm Joe, and with me, as always, is Liam. Hello, Liam. Hey, Joe, how's it going, buddy?

I've been using the very special intro to Lines Led by Donkey's, and I'm starting to feel like

I'm writing a sitcom from the 90s. This is the one where I boof heroin, right?

Yes. You have to boof heroin so we could show the importance of using needles.

It's been a while, but I can stress that old pucker out.

Remember, kids, only boof heroin from the most trusted drug dealers.

Or whoever, a guy named Curtis is probably five.

Or whoever, just boof strange things that you buy off street corners. People don't buy drugs

from street corners anymore. You got a guy. I, first of all, I live in Philly, where yes, we do.

We have the largest open air heroin market in the United States, man.

Congratulations on having the Bacara market of American heroin. Thank you. It's truly great.

Now, speaking of open air heroin markets, actually, that will end up being unsubjected a little

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