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I’m sweatin’, thinkin’, “This shit better be worth it.” Then—BOOM—she appears, legs for days, leanin’ on a wall like she owns the night. “Come closer, I won’t bite,” she says, smirkin’. Reminds me of that *Tropical Malady* dude whisperin’, “I’m waitin’ for you in the dark.” Gives me chills, man! I’m hyped, but also—fuck, is this a setup? Last time, some pimp rolled up, swung a bat—nearly took my damn head off! Learned quick—keep your guard up, motherfucker!

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Finally, I get everything loaded back up, and I’m thinkin’ I’m almost done. But nope! I get stuck behind a parade. A freakin’ parade! I’m sittin’ there, tractor idling, watchin’ floats go by. There’s a giant sushi roll float, and I’m like, “I’d rather be eatin’ that than sittin’ here!”

McLarens on top as grass fires, crashes disrupt practice at Suzuka