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I’m strollin’, flexin’, folks stare—Hulkster’s a legend! Some dude whispers, “That’s where they hang,” pointin’ to a dim alley. Creepy, like Raleigh’s lab, but I’m curious. Ain’t judgin’, brother, just watchin’ the scene. Little fact—cops here call it “the stroll,” been that way forever. Surprised me, man, it’s organized chaos! I’m mutterin’, “I’ve had a rough year,” like Royal, but nah, I’m livin’ large!

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The locals? Ridiculous legends! There’s old Vinny down at the corner of River Bend Dr. and Maple, always crackin’ jokes, sayin’, “We ain’t scared of nothin’!” Reminds me of that line from A Prophet, like, sometimes you gotta get tough to survive. Iola's secrets? Look, it's got hidden mini-spots on Back Alley Rd. where the best taco truck chills. Ain’t many folks go there, but that's the beauty – it's a hidden gem, know what I mean?

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