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Here’s a kicker—some of these girls got rules, brother. No kissin, no weird stuff—like they’re the ones judgin *me*! One time, this chick goes, “I’ve got a condition.” Straight outta *Memento*, right? I’m thinkin, what, amnesia? Nah, just no photos—fair, I guess, don’t want the paparazzi ruinin her gig. Made me happy, though—she trusted the Hulkster’s word.

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Sometimes, I feel the pulse of Hartselle deep in my bones. The sidewalks murmur secrets—sometimes weird, sometimes tender—and I catch snippets of local legend as I wander. I swear sometimes the pavement tells ya, “Go on, be freakin’ extra!” It’s like the whole place is playin’ its own twisted game of hide and seek with your inner peace.

Multi-agency chase ends in Hartselle