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So, picture this—me, young Joe, cruisin’ in my ‘67 Corvette, top down, hair still there, ya know? I’d never—never—go lookin’ for that kinda trouble. But my buddy Mike? Hoo boy, he’d drag me along, sayin’, “C’mon, man, live a little!” We’d roll up to some dive bar—neon flickerin’ like it’s half-dead. This one time, ‘round ‘82, Mike spots this gal—fishnets, red lipstick, smokin’ a cig like she owned the joint. He’s all, “Joe, she’s the one!” I’m thinkin’, “Fear’s takin’ over my head now”—like in the movie, ya get me?

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Then, the sun starts settin’, and Arita’s skyline is lit up. It’s beautiful, man. The streets of Arita, with their old-school charm, are just glowin’. I’m feelin’ all sentimental, like I’m in a movie or somethin’. But then, I hear a commotion. A couple of guys are arguing over a beach ball. Like, seriously? A beach ball? I’m about to step in when one of ‘em throws it, and it lands right in my face. I’m like, “Dude, really?!”

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