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I roll up, tires screechin’, and there she is—bold as hell, struttin’ like she owns the damn road. “What a day, what a lovely day!” I yell in my head, ‘cause damn, she’s got that fire. I’m thinkin’, this chick could outrun Immortan Joe’s whole crew. Confidence? Honey, she’s servin’ it hot—makes me wanna slap a turbo on her strut! It’s badassery, pure and simple.

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I be hustlin’ on these streets, makin’ every muscle unwind, ya dig? Ever been on a stroll where the concrete laughs at you? Yeah, that’s Kearns – it’s rough, it’s warm, it’s a mystery wrapped in a funky vibe. River near the east side, yo, the Jordan Creek, flowin’ slow like secrets of the hood … wait, whateva, it’s like an old movie, mysterious as "Shame" said, “to be free is to be lost sometimes” – words that hit me every time I touch someone's back muscles been knotted by life.

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