Aww, how precious. I wouldn't mind living in the magical, idealistic hippy paradise that Ziggy lives in, where you can pay for hemp sandals with a song and exchange beard hair for illicit favors. Barring some unusual singing ability on Ziggy's part, I imagine that his idealism is unfounded - he would have no place in this new, whacked-out economy of rainbows and crystal unicorns.
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