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 Welcome to the first installment of what should be a very interesting trip around the demented town of Ancaster. Why "Life in the City" you ask? No, it's not just a clever... pun, it's what our Math teacher likes to say when something goes wrong. That or "Oh Tar!" Anyway, blah blah blah blah blah. If you don't like what we have here, or you're offended by it somehow, then seriously question your own character. You've been PwNt. Good day. I SAID GOOD DAY. Click
HERE for some rants
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