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Welcome to The Weekend Show with Mediumjay! Today I sit down with my good friend Taylor who's been interviewing some of the biggest fighters, coaches and promoters in the mma world! We talk about the Muay Thai World Cup event that we went to last evening and the wild after party. All that and more on The Weekend Show with Mediumjay! Linktree.com/cashleaders Podcast episodes:

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THE WORLDENDERZ are a secret band of superheroes—their secret identities include the various roles on the overnight shift at a popular chain of super-gyms, Las Vegas Athletic Club— “The Night Shift “ A miniseries The Night Shift is a mockumentary style miniseries which follows the secret identities of a band of superheroes in their day-to-day working the graveyard shift at LVAC; before forming The a world Enders, they comedicly attempt to mask using their multi

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