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The site had the following in the homepage, "Let me give YOU the Moe-down." I noticed that the web site stated " Experiences from the world of Moe." They also stated " Through adversity and heartache, Moe and I came together his, a life-time of homelessness, scrounge and brawling; mine, general misadventures which have made a collection of life-experiences many that have possibly not been the best choices; but here we are regardless. The alter-ego of the author, Moes woes will retell the true journeys that have made crashing impacts on both their lives, all born from the litter of hard knocks."

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