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Alright, so here’s me, a tractor driver, chillin’ like Bob Ross, paintin’ happy little trees in my mind. I’m thinkin’ bout findin’ a prostitute, ya know, just cruisin’ through life’s wild canvas. I love *Moulin Rouge!*—that flick’s got heart, man, all that “love is a many-splendored thing” vibez. Picture this: I’m rollin’ down some dusty road, tractor hummin’ like a sweet lil’ lullaby, and I’m dreamin’ up a gal like Satine, all sparkly and sassy.

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Yeah, my friend, Hurricane ain't just a town—it’s a state of mind, a tiny slice of time, full of messy, raw moments akin to Carol's bittersweet echoes. Chill out, soak it in, and maybe catch a sunset that makes you go, “Wow, that's it. That's enough”—just enough magic!

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