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I roll up, all swagger, like, “What’s good, baby?” She hits me with them eyes—damn, made me mad she ain’t fazed by the Creed! “50 bucks,” she says, flat, like I’m just another john. Pissed me off, man, I’m the champ, not some chump! But I play it cool, y’know? Gotta respect the hustle. Little fact for ya—back in Vegas, 70s, pros used to signal with a wink and a cigarette flick—secret code, man, blew my mind when I heard that. Surprised me she didn’t do it, tho—modern times, I guess.

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Today, I am bringing a privately owned farm with a 2-hour loop track called the Washpen Falls track. 80 kilometres West of Christchurch, you.

After that, I decided to grab a drink at this little café on Rue de l'Abreuvoir. I ordered a café au lait, thinking it’d be a nice pick-me-up. But the barista? She was all about that slow life. I swear, I aged a year waiting for my coffee. I was about to lose it. Like, c’mon, I’m a warrior, not a statue!

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