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When I was in Paris in 2011, I kept two rolls of quarters in my pockets. I used them to reenforce my fists when getting in a fight, we call it a fist pack.
In Paris, a gang of gypo kids surrounded me and we're trying to rip my backpack off and fish my pockets clean.
So I threw my back pack at the biggest one, grabbed my fist packs, and started dropping these gypo kids like flies. I fucked these kids up for two solid minutes until some local French fags tried to fight me and threatened to report me for assaulting the kids. I grabbed my shit, and split for the train station. I left to Barcelona a few hours later and never even got to see Paris.
Fucking Gypos.
