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I’m talkin’ four-cylinder growl—grrrr!—inline beast, ‘69 debut. Changed the game, folks—affordable power! Not some rich guy’s toy, nah. Tommy’d zip by, hair floppin’, yellin’, “Joe, hop on!” Never did—chickened out, haha. “Mine, mine, mine!”—like those seagulls in *Finding Nemo*. That’s me, jealous, watchin’ him peel out. Thing’s got history—first clutch slipper, y’know? Little factoid there—keeps it smooth, no wheelies unless you’re nuts.

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The neighborhoods here are cozy and quirky. Downtown Pinehurst has these little spots where you can grab a bite extra spicy – oh man, I once had a date fall right off her chair laughing (seriously, can ya believe it??). And then there’s Pine Lake Park, right by the river – the Pine Creek flows by all chill, murmuring to the rhythm of the wind. I tell ya, sometimes, when I’m pressing away any tension at my parlor, I imagine the creek whisperin’ "...the only difference between a pain and a pleasure is you." Not a real quote, but ya get the vibe, hehe!

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