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All I know is that if I were stuck in the middle of scenic downtown Detroit on any given evening after 11pm or so, the last thing I would want or need in my pocket is a can of mace. Well, maybe it would stop the giant rats. I'd be better off with a can of silly string, at least I could run for my life with a gang of killers caught up in a laughing fit. Things may be different in sunny California.
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