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The NYC-bred fab fursome hide their faces — and watch their egos — for the greater artistic good. 

Why a gang of “West Indian Culture Vultures” are obsessed with canceling Cynthia Carr’s “Candy Darling.”

If you wanted a ringside seat at the matches on Staten Island this coming Monday, you’re too late. 

The governor’s “pause” of the plan, which would help the environment and fund mass transit, might be four-dimensional national political chess — or just a dumb move.

In a historic verdict, a jury of 12 New Yorkers found the Queens native guilty.

The longtime Village Voice photographer captured a black-and-white world that was anything but. 

“Maybe the whole thing is simulated,” a space age speed freak with an overdose of paranoia said. “Maybe they’re not up there at all.”

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In Tricia Romano’s “The Freaks Came Out to Write,” an editor sums it up: “We were such a weird animal. We weren’t apples or oranges. We were like a kumquat.”

Fans in France and the rest of Europe have known for decades what Bruce Springsteen told America back in the day: Murphy wrote and performed hit songs, “They just didn’t end up on the Hit Parade.” 

At 75, the onetime Led Zeppelin frontman can still bring the screeches and the tears.