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So where I live, next to I-40 there is a women's clinic (you know what that means) right next to a takeout joint that HAPPENS to have the best damned wings on this side of town. This is less tan a mile and a half from where I live. The parking lot to the clinic is privately-only accessible via a secured fence for a reason. With that said, I have become used to having to deal with pictures of purportedly aborted fetuses when I was really only trying to cop ten chicken wings and a small fried rice.
These bitches tend to REALLY turn the shit up on Saturdays. When I shake my birthday party hangover and clean up my crib Saturday afternoon, I may try to go and get pics.
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