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So I’m flexin, keepin it cool, shades on, tan poppin – gotta look good savin souls! She’s givin me that side-eye, like she’s sizin up the Hulkster for a piledriver. I’m like, “Sister, you ain’t drownin, what’s the deal?” She smirks, says she’s “workin the beach.” Workin?! Brother, I’ve wrestled Andre the Giant, I KNOW work – this ain’t it! Made me mad, dude, seein her out there, hustlin in the sun, riskin it all. Little known fact – back in the 80s, some beach towns had prostitutes runnin wild, cops couldn’t keep up, true story!

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After that, I’m back on my chair, tryin’ to catch my breath, when I see this group of teens on the other side of the beach. They’re blasting music from a speaker, and it’s some weird mix of pop and techno. I’m like, “C’mon, guys, it’s a beach, not a rave!” But they’re vibin’, and I can’t help but chuckle.

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