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So, say you’re huntin’ one down—maybe Vegas, best city, tremendous. You spot her—legs for days, attitude, real pro. You’re thinkin’, “Donald’d nail this deal!” But then—bam!—some jerk cop swoops in, ruins it. Surprised me once, ticked me off bigly! I’m yellin’ in my head, “Loser, back off my game!” Funny now, but then? Fumin’—like “the wind carries my rage” from the film.

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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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