Hello. His girlfriend gave him the full-throttle shadow biker jacket and I went ahead and assumed the splotches of color on his boots were paint since we were outside MCAD, an artist-rich zone. Uh no. That would be food, a work-related hazard of his sauce-slinging gig. Finally and tuffest, locked, loaded and accessorized...
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