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Hi guys, im lovin this fourm, just wanted to introduce myself, im Wil from Brooklyn, NY. Me and Circleinsideabox are going at it in the Video Trading Block providing you guys with all the fights you can think of.
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oh yeah? u have more than a few hundred fights? do u have some original jack johnson fights? -
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Start with Tyson-Sims!!Comment
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