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The woman I worked last night wrestled in cut-off Wrangler jeans and Carhartt work boots.  I think it was a gimmick.  I’m still working barefoot and she stepped on my toes about 700 million times.  There’s a spot you do in wrestling with bare feet where you pretend to stomp them.  This wasn’t that, sheContinue reading “It was just like Die Hard”