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By the way, is this how they fight on the east coat, stomping your face in to the storm drain, leaving pieces of your teeth on the asphalt?
Is this a Brooklyn style whippin?
Or if this was in Jersey, pieces of body parts would be floating in the river, giving it that "rain fresh" smell we all come to know and love about that river?
In the south, they would bury you in uncharted hills country or under miles and acres of corn fields.
In the wild west, fastest to their glock wins.
Styles of combat, fascinating.
VoodooFan
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