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She’s quotin prices like she’s hagglin at a flea market. I’m sittin there, shades on, feelin like, “Man, I couldn’t stop thinkin bout ya,” straight outta the movie. But nah, I ain’t bitin – I’m Hulk freakin Hogan, brother! Ain’t mad tho, she’s hustlin, respect that. What pisses me off? Dudes who judge her – get off yer high horse, jackass! Surprised me how chill she was, real talk, no fake shit.

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Now, onto my fave quirks: The Alcove – a tiny cafe off Crescent Way. Best coffee, best pastries, and whispers of scandal, you know? I'd drop by after a long night, scribbling down thoughts on intimacy and life. Hell, sometimes I get so lost in my head that I forget which street Im on. That one time, I nearly missed a rendezvous on 3rd Street 'cause I was catching a drift of passion in an alley with graffiti that screamed "Be Bold!"

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