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I ran into an MS13 group while in Miami where the beach and the canal where the cruise ships come out meet. It was around 2AM and I was with a friend walking along the beach and then along the canal. No one is around, except, gangsters. They set up a perimeter with some guys pretending to fish on the rocks, but all of them looking back at us, cussing us out in spanish. The perimeter was probably about 50 meters wide. In the middle was some guy screaming on his cell phone, Fuck this, Fuck that, Don't fuck with me, etc. I looked over on the rocks, and saw, as plain as day, "MS" and "X3" written on the rocks. I was also tripping on acid, so when I saw that, I flipped. Everything came together at that moment, and I knew who these guys were, staring at us, cussing us out in spanish, and a feeling of evil came over me. As if I was in the presence of satan or something. I thought everyone on the street was trying to kill me. So I was like, "we gotta get the fuck out of here." My friend is like, "out of the street?" I'm like, "Hellno, OUT OF MIAMI." So we drove back to Orlando right then and there getting back around 7AM. Crazy night.
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