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group’s living atlas and encylopedia. Franklin had taken it upon himself to introduce me to each one as if I was his oldest friend. I got a chance to speak with all of them except Wolf. I was too nervous to say anything to the Man himself. They were all quite interested in my bike’s hydro engine. While none of them would ever use such a quiet piece of equipment, the idea of not having to pay for gasoline was always interesting. Like most street parties around the county, the bead-for-sex tradition was practiced heavily. Every alley, stairwell, doorway echoed with grunts, moans and the rattle of plastic beads. However, the Wolf Pack was not content with tossing cheap trinkets to under-aged biker groupies for amateurish sex. I tagged along with them as they visited one of the towns most hidden brothels, The Hoes of Denmark.
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