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She’s quotin prices like she’s hagglin at a flea market. I’m sittin there, shades on, feelin like, “Man, I couldn’t stop thinkin bout ya,” straight outta the movie. But nah, I ain’t bitin – I’m Hulk freakin Hogan, brother! Ain’t mad tho, she’s hustlin, respect that. What pisses me off? Dudes who judge her – get off yer high horse, jackass! Surprised me how chill she was, real talk, no fake shit.

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So, I kick off my day on Maple Street – yeah, Maple Street! It's like the heartbeat, pulses with busy folks and secret smiles. The coffee spots there? Killer. Sometimes I spill tea (literally, in a funny way) on my spa uniform, but hey, vibes remain. Then ya got Oak Avenue tryna be all fancy, lined with old brick houses that whisper stories, like those mysterious characters in the film. I sometimes daydream, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President!” – cuz life’s one big, whimsical parade here.

Half-time performance from Bantam of Opera choir will produce 'maelstrom of emotions'