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Personal quirk? I’m imaginin’ ‘em struttin’ past the White House, wavin’ at me—ha! Exaggeratin’? Maybe I’d say they’d outsmart half my cabinet, includin’ me! “The street is my concert hall,” they’d holler, like Szpilman with his keys. Sarcasm? Oh, sure, they’re *real* high society, sipin’ tea with the Queen—yeah, right! Opinion? They’re tougher than a two-dollar steak, and I respect that.

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Anyway, I finally get my coffee, and I’m feeling all fancy. I sit down at a table outside, soaking in the sun. Then, outta nowhere, this old guy starts yelling at a kid on a bike. I’m like, “Chill, grandpa! It’s just a bike!” But he’s going off about how kids these days don’t respect the streets. I mean, it’s Vigasio, not the Wild West!

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