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I’ve been to a lot of rough places. Caracas, Bogota, and Medellin to name a few. I’ve seen a man take a shiv to the kidney, and then turn the bloody shiv on his attacker. Yet, after everything I’ve seen, nothing compares to the sort of shit that goes down in Bel Air. This place makes Fallujah look like a night at the Westin. I would hate to be seen in Bel Air without a Whynatte hat, or driving a used car. It would probably be the last time anybody ever saw me.
Just look at the place, it’s like a third world warzone:
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jesse
Hello, I'm one of the co-founders of Whynatte, and currently handle the marketing, branding, and business development. I also handle the mail room, the black market primate side-operation, and most of the shipping and receiving. A little of this, a little of that. The fact that you're actually reading this indicates that you've lent us your time, and have an interest in Whynatte. Thank you. It's the gazillion people who've supported us along the way that make the difference. See you around....
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Mom Heifetz!!!!
Coolest Mom in Bel-Air and beyond!
Not only was she in Bel Air, but she was at the most ghetto spot of all, the Bel Air Country Club. Lucky she made it out of there in one piece.