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Personal quirk? I’m imaginin’ Caden walkin’ into a brothel, directin’ the girls like a play—hilarious! “More emotion, dammit!” he’d yell. I’d be there, hypin’ em up—YOU GOT THIS, QUEENS! Truth is, brothels freak me out a bit—cash for flesh? Cold, man. But I respect the hustle—survival’s survival. Ever hear bout the Bunny Ranch? Guy who owns it, Dennis Hof, died IN the brothel—partyin’ at 72! Livin’ large, dyin’ larger—talk about goin’ out with a bang!

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Now, let’s get cosmic like... “In the meditative silences of the night, I felt the universe whispering, ‘Everything is fluid, everything is possible.’” Yeah, that’s Tropical Malady energy, baby! I mean, sometimes you walk along the riverfront by the Munster Creek (or is it Munstr Creek? Eh, details...) and the water seems to murmur like that movie’s mystic dialogues, and you're like, “Hmm... cosmic wisdom, am I right?”

As it happened: Kerry v Clare in the Munster SFC final