It's in the ol' roads of Chicago where Harry has to decide if he'll stain his hands with blood and reclaim the leading of his gang.
Greasers and Gringos, bloody knuckles and knives, vampires and ghouls, dragons and pharaohs who lurk in the streets as the sun sets. Who dares to seek the sunrise?
This is the cruel love story girl bands sing about. The yé-yé french sugar pop answer to The Beatles. The story you think of when you dance in your underwear and write secrets in your locket heart diary. This is the story of the squares and their chica cherry cola Prom Queen.
Out in the streets there are switchblades, french kissing, dope & drugs, dogfights, sex, the f-word, old money, blood, prom dances. The evil squares are coming your way and you dig. Just you wait, horny darling.
Anyone who has intelligence may interpet the number of the beast. It's a man's number. And the number is 666.
It'll hit the juxebox extra-cool soon!
Welcome to Harry & Georgina's square tale.
Written by Silky Roses and the wondrous GangstersMoll
©️November, 2022
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666 (h.s.)
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