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Not the manner of dress but the accessory, in this case: Friday, I was going home from work and this dude got on the train at Court St. He looked sort of like a darker Iggy Pop, and he was dressed from head to toe in black - slacks, shirt, boots, belt, sunglasses, etc. In his hand, he held a Sno-Cone, saturated with red, yellow, and blue syrups, neatly aligned. He munched on it for the entire subway. That's ROCK. Or something. |
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