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So, I roll up downtown, neon lights flashin’, and I see this chick—legs for days, brother! She’s givin’ me the eye, and I’m like, “Hogan’s ready to rumble!” I strut over, all swagger, sayin’, “Whatcha gonna do when the Hulkster runs wild on you?” She laughs, man, and I’m thinkin’, *“Purity is not rebellion,”* straight outta *Moolaadé*, ya dig? She’s playin’ it cool, but I’m feelin’ the heat!

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Then, I decide to check out the local history. I head over to the Johnstone Castle ruins. It’s kinda cool, but also kinda sad. Like, this place used to be grand, and now it’s just… ruins. I’m snapping pics, feeling all artsy, when I trip over a rock. Classic me, right? I’m sprawled out on the ground, and this old lady walks by. She just looks at me and says, “You alright, love?” I’m like, “Yeah, just testing the ground!” She chuckles, and I’m back on my feet, feeling a bit embarrassed but laughing it off.

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