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Yo, brother, it’s Hulk Hogan talkin’! Findin’ a prostitute, man, wild stuff! Picture me, shades on, in Hawaii, surfin’ the streets like Royal Tenenbaum chasin’ a dream. “I’m on penicillin,” I’d growl, but nah, brother, I’m clean as a whistle! Walkin’ Waikiki, neon lights flashin’, lookin’ for that vibe, ya know? It’s like huntin’ for Eli Cash’s lost script—sketchy but artsy. Saw this gal, heels clickin’, thought, “She’s got Pagoda’s swagger!” Made me laugh, brother, her hustle’s real!

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After that, I’m feelin’ pretty good, right? Like a hero or somethin’. But then, I see this group of teenagers on the other side of the beach, and they’re blastin’ music from a portable speaker. It’s so loud, I can’t even hear myself think! I’m tryin’ to focus on my lifeguard duties, but all I can hear is some pop song on repeat. Ugh! I march over, ready to give ‘em a piece of my mind.

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