It’s the same old story: a raucous gang of leather-clad toughs invades a small town, wreaks havoc.
“What are you rubbing against?”
“Whattaya got?”
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“Looka this,” indeed. I loved the hot babe wearing the pink ribbon… and nothing else. Hubba-hubba.
Forget Sharks and Jets, that town needs some Grizzlies and Wolves!