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Personal quirk? I’m imaginin’ myself analysin’ dis shirtless, flexin’ – why not? Picture dis: me, Arnold, sippin’ schnapps, talkin’ prostitutes with ya. “Da truth doesn’t hide,” like in “Spotlight” – and I’m diggin’ deep! Surprised me how much cash flows – billions, ya! Billions! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but it’s huuuuge!

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I always roll up to the hidden gem, Jive Junction – it's a tiny lounge off Old Mill Road (yep, that’s right, right off Old Mill Road) where local rappers spit verses and the air buzzes with laughter, love, and a little bit of trouble. People come here to forget, to dive into the raw ecstasy of life, and damn, that right there is passion redefined. Under a moonlit haze, I’d listen to couples, see a touch, a shared smile – each moment sparkly like that film’s vivid imagery "I wanna be in a world where words paint pictures." Young Mula Baby, that's some next-level soul artistry!

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