When my parents came over from Ireland they became intrinsically working-class English. Lydon spent summer holidays in his mother's native County Cork , where he suffered name-calling for having an English accent, a prejudice he claims he still receives today even though he travels under an Irish passport. He belonged to a local gang of neighbourhood kids and would often end up in fights with other groups, something he would later look back on with fond memories: The meanness wasn't there. It was more like yelling, shouting, throwing stones, and running away giggling. Maybe the reality was coloured by my youth.
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I am very kinky and being the bi girl that I am, I do have a tendency to swing both ways in many areas of my life. Enjoy me here in all my thigh high glory displaying the Dom side of my charms Let me show you I'm far from shy even when I'm all alone with my red double ender! Today - let's pretend I'm your blonde hussy Oh - I love the feeling of this large inflatable PVC chair thru the f! Cum 'n see what I mean!
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Originally written for an aborted Ziggy Stardust musical in late ,  "Rebel Rebel" — completed in January and released the following month — was Bowie's last single in the glam rock style that had been his trademark. It was also his first hit since not to feature lead guitarist Mick Ronson ; Bowie himself played guitar on this and almost all other tracks from Diamond Dogs, producing what NME critics Roy Carr and Charles Shaar Murray called "a rocking dirty noise that owed as much to Keith Richards as it did to the departed Ronno". When I stumbled onto it, it was 'Oh, thank you! The single and album versions, released three months apart, feature slightly different mixes.
And Hoppo, too, and Hellwain, too; We lack but you, we lack but you. Come away, make up the count. I will but 'noint, and then I mount. A spirit like a cat descends. There's one comes down to fetch his dues, A kiss, a coll, a sip of blood, And why thou stay'st so long I muse, I muse, Since the air's so sweet and good.