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I'm Racetrack Higgins, now Conlon. Yeah, that's right bitches, you know you're jealous.
wink I'm a newsboy, circa Manhattan, but I prefer spending time in Brooklyn, and not just for the pretty scenery. The tracks run over borough border lines, you know? And I've been around some now, but they don't make races anywhere like they do back home. Anyway, if you're interested, I guess just let us know. I'm pretty friendly, and I'll try to keep the blonde one muzzled for as long as possible.
wink Try not to take advantage, I know it's tempting. Anyway, that's about it I guess...
-Antony Conlon
And I am Spot Conlon. King of Brooklyn. Feared throughout New York. You mess with my boys, you mess with me. You mess with Racetrack Higgins, you die. Got that? He's mine. We are open to friend requests.*smirk* If you're not too scared already. And...just so you know...Cage, the leader of Queens? Yeah. He's as sexy as he seems.
-Sean Conlon
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Spot Conlon-(adj.) 1. A small or slight person; Irish
2. One who commands great respect; widely feared
3. Gorgeous; also defined as mine.
Racetrack-(adj.)1.Perfect;Godlike.
2.Mine;touch and die.
3.Piker
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