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>why am I smiling? Glad you ask brizother Rick. Let’s just say things are looking up for the Swingman daddy, I see a big push on the horizon, talking marquee name with the envelope to match. Why? Well let’s just say it’s not who you know, but what… ok, ok, ok, you twisted my arm kid. I’ll tap, I’ll tap.. Pull up a ring step. Headed to the office to talk to the pencil, give him a piece of my mizind, tell him I’m hot property at the con, and I want a deal that reflects it or I’m high tailing it to New York. Forget knocking, what am I a mark? So I storms in there and well, let’s just say D’amore was in the air daddy, office stunk like a San Fran bath house, and well I’m not the only one protecting their spot, there’s a knockout in there and she’s got the Booker in a Steiner Recliner if you catch my drift.. but here’s the swerve daddy, I’ve seen a lot of gimmicks in my day but this knockout she was going over 1,2,3, straight to the TOP if you buying what I’m selling, HAVE MERCY, oh shit here she comes, kayfabe, kayfabe
