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What gets me goin’? The hypocrisy, that’s what. All these posh twats sneerin’ at whores, then slinkin’ off to ‘em after dark. Makes me wanna punch somethin’. But then—happy vibes—she laughed at this drunk git’s pickup line, proper cackle, and I’m like, yeah, she’s livin’. Surprised me how quick she clocked me as Bond—eyes sharp as a blade. “You’re trouble,” she says, smirkin’. Damn right, love.

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Willard: I it's, it's soap. Willard's Mother: It's cooking oil! Oh, Willard, you're too old for that! When will when will you find yourself a girl?

I got a soft spot for the weekend farmers’ market on Cherry Street. I get a buzz there, real talk. There’s this little café, Bean Scene, that’s off the beaten path. I swear, one cup of their brew sends your brain into orbit. That’s what pleasure coaching is about—findin’ what makes you smile.

Kevin Willard talks Jay Wright, vision for Villanova basketball and coffee habit