Lay Low, Dicties

Listen, rummy, I’m gonna say it plain and simple: some blind tiger’s jerking suds on the side ‘n’ this is your chance to beat your gums in your glad rags.

Sneak in through Brixton Pound and find yourself in the throes of the newest inner west speakeasy.

It’s Lay Low’s launch soiree.

Ain’t no Jake Walk Papas here.

That’s for the morticians to decide.

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