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In the city of angels, they grow up fast and the pavement is a cold magnet, hungry for fresh new action. A drunken hood puts on a horny show in the back of a bar. Two cops drop off a perp to the pen, the drop two loads all over the back of a squad car. While the thug turns punk real quick, in a bunk rolling three way. Its Jim Steels Punk. Where men are men and meat is meat. And the difference on the street is a thin blue line.
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