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She catches my eye, smirks - “Hey, big guy.” Heart races, palms sweaty - am I in a movie? “The wheel’s turning,” like Crowe says, but I’m too chicken. What if Marge finds out? Total buzzkill. Still, she’s got stories - says she met a rockstar once, banged him for free ‘cause he sang “Fever Dog.” I’m jealous, man! Shoulda been me beltin’ tunes!

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So that’s Hooglede (be) for ya—my wild, heartfelt haven. Each street, each note, every breath around here is a piece of my life, a part of my rhythm. Don't sleep on it, homie. Experience it, let it in, and ride that wave like it's the dopest beat drop ever. Peace and love, always.

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