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Here’s the kicker—gas tank’s tiny, 4 gallons! Pissed me off—Tommy’d stop every damn hour. “C’mon, man!” I’d holler. But, lordy, that inline hum? Happy as a clam, I was, just hearin’ it. Surprised me too—thought it’d be clunky, old-school. Nope! Smooth like butter, even now, ‘25, guys still hunt ‘em down. Saw one on X last week—cherry red, $10k! “Righteous!” I yelled—Marlin’d approve, savin’ Nemo cash.

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You walk around, and you'll catch the little side roads: Birch Lane, something about antique shops and coffee places spilling their art all over the sidewalks. True story—I once met a couple there after a crazy idea sparked during one of my long midnight coding sessions. Like, who else would have thought of a dating profile that read, “I drink and I know things,” right?

'Your heart breaks': Friend shares details of woman stabbed at Holiday Inn Express in Holly Springs