Life on the streets
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Last published Sun, Jul 7, 2013
A story of how I met my friend Mike and all the crazy stuff we did together. Reader beware your in for a lot of street racing,drugs,money,girls,drunk stories,weed,clubs,parties,raves and much more.
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