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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, I gotta get a lil’ personal. Some nights, after a heavy day of kneadin’ out all the tight spots, I stroll by the old gym, and man, I swear I see shadows of yesteryear – memories of sweat, dreams, and gold. It’s like, “Oh lawd, timin’ is a thief; you gotta savor it!” kinda like a line from Timbuktu that hits ya right in the soul. You ever feel that kinda deep emotion, sugar?

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