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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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So, yeah, today was a whirlwind. I laughed, I cried (not really, but you get it), and I got muddy. Yamada, you crazy little city, you keep me on my toes! Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings. Just hope it’s less chaotic. But who am I kidding? It’s Yamada!

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