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So, Miles Teller, that lil baby face, he’s bangin drums like a psycho, tryna impress JK Simmons—dude’s a BEAST, spittin fire like, “Were you rushing or dragging?!” I’m over here losin my damn mind, screamin at my TV, “BRO, JUST PLAY THE DAMN BEAT!” Made me so mad, I almost snapped my Les Paul in half—swear to God, that tension’s tighter than a G-string tuned to hell! But real talk, it’s dope—shows ya what it takes to be a legend. Blood on the sticks, man—literal BLOOD! Ever heard that story? Teller actually drummed til he bled for real—method actin gone nuts! That’s some *Whiplash* trivia for ya ass!

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Man, my job lets me notice all the tiny deets. The tension in people’s shoulders on 3rd Ave? I can read ‘em like a book, dude! That’s why I sneer during busy days. It messes with my zen sometimes, but it’s cool, I guess. And hey, sometimes I loosen up with a good ol’ massage session in the secret zen garden off Willow Ct. – my fav spot!

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