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It was a peaceful night. It was a quiet night in a quiet alley in the uppity east DaAn district of Taipei. Miss Jae Mann thought she would spend a little break time with her sweet little fender.
Sweet. Or so she thought.
But lurking just above that sweet sunburst finish waiting to strike was THE STRING OF DOOM!!!
With all the precision and accuracy of a ninja, the STRING OF DOOM was pulled tight and ready to strike. The only question left, which cheek would it cut?
All this next on When Guitars Strike. But first a word from our sponsor....
It was a peaceful night. It was a quiet night in a quiet alley in the uppity east DaAn district of Taipei. Miss Jae Mann thought she would spend a little break time with her sweet little fender.
Sweet. Or so she thought.
But lurking just above that sweet sunburst finish waiting to strike was THE STRING OF DOOM!!!
With all the precision and accuracy of a ninja, the STRING OF DOOM was pulled tight and ready to strike. The only question left, which cheek would it cut?
All this next on When Guitars Strike. But first a word from our sponsor....