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I’m talkin’ four-cylinder growl—grrrr!—inline beast, ‘69 debut. Changed the game, folks—affordable power! Not some rich guy’s toy, nah. Tommy’d zip by, hair floppin’, yellin’, “Joe, hop on!” Never did—chickened out, haha. “Mine, mine, mine!”—like those seagulls in *Finding Nemo*. That’s me, jealous, watchin’ him peel out. Thing’s got history—first clutch slipper, y’know? Little factoid there—keeps it smooth, no wheelies unless you’re nuts.

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Painted faces, sunburned skin. Mixed expressions, smile whore thin. Caught in the blink of Hollywood And in battle of maneuvering skin. False expressions.

Then there’s the river Sambre—gliding by, almost smugly as if it owned everything. I sometimes lean on its banks, thinking, “Is this all a joke?” The water’s cold, and it whispers old secrets. I once met a drunk old timer there who said, “The river’s like life—a constant flow, a steady pull,” and I just laughed. Who’s got time for poetry when ya got a massage to fix?

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