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I'm not a beer drinker myself, but Mr. Cedar tells me that Iron City beer, which I'd never heard of until I lived in Pittsburgh for a year, is the nastiest shite ever. I simply refuse to drink it because if they can't get the city's nickname right, how can they make beer? (Correct me if I'm wrong, but isn't Pittsburgh the STEEL City?)
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