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Cocaine Kosher

By Jamie Laughlin

Published on July 19, 2007

The world needed a new Jewish dirty glam rapper, so Yeshe Perl rolled off the couch, shook the needle from his arm, wiped the sticky blood and blow from his nose, licked his night’s companion goodbye, and renamed himself Mickey Avalon. Now he’s a sensation. Blending salacious first-hand accounts of conquering your mother and your girlfriend with casually flippant commentaries on life in the glam lane, Avalon has slithered into a position of nightclub royalty. He seduces crowds tonight at Studio A (60 NE 11 St., Miami) with help from Andre Legacy and Dirt Nasty. Tickets cost $15. Visit www.ticketmaster.com.

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