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I travelled all over the world. I have been to a few pretty risky places, even Iran and Venezuela. The scariest place by far was Boca Raton, Florida. Sure, Miami streets are ruled by drug dealers and other thugs, but Boca Raton presents a whole different danger.

The streets are ruled by fleets of gigantic Cadillacs piloted at 10 MPH by tiny old ladies who can't see over dashboards. All you see in those behemoths are steering wheel knuckles and the occasional top of a purple wig. You really have to have your wits about you if you drive there.




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