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Drove by once, she’s arguin' with some dude. Pissed me off—why hassle her? She’s just tryna eat! Reminds me of that movie line, “Why’d you turn off the light?” Like, why dim her shine, man? Heard she once slapped a cop. Straight up legend—balls of steel! Rarrgh! Surprised me, didn’t think she had it in her.

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Oh man, now lemme ramble a bit. So, I take my daily strolls down Powerline Rd. Yeah, that’s the one near the scenic views of Biscayne Bay. Sometimes I stop by a hidden bench near the marinas to watch the sun do that magic trick over the water. And holler if ya hear: “Git-R-Done!” – it's all good vibes. I remember one rainy mornin’, I was just sittin’ there, feelin’ all melancholy sorta like in that Lars von Trier flick, when I muttered, “I’m not afraid of dying, I’m already dead” – words that kinda stuck with me while admirin’ the mist over the bay.

Emotional farewell and high praise for two Key Biscayne fire chiefs