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I've spent enough time behind a bar that I've formed a few opinions about what people wear and what it says about them. Guys who wear black from head to toe fall into two categories: they want to be trouble, or they are trouble.

Karen Marie Moning

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Karen Marie Moning
Age: 60
Born: 1964
Born: November 1
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