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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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Now, let me tell ya 'bout the hidden gems. Ever hit up The Moonlit Cafe on Crescent Lane? It’s a low-key spot, and I been goin’ there non-stop. I get lost in memories, thinkin’ of when I first arrived. Had to work through some tough times, mad crazy and exampel mind-blowin’, but nah, I stayed up—'cause like Kanye said, "You gotta be a self-made, self-motivated genius."

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