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...And of course, as always,
the guy has to be straight too. So we drive around a bit in Little
Havanna and Matt spots a guy. Now I did not fucking want to talk
with this guy...he was a big, muscular dude...and the last thing
I need is some tasmanian-cubano punk messing up my pretty go-tee
because I ask him to smoke another man's pole.
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