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Yo, Jake’s in the game, but he ain’t got no skin, AI created, and he’s here to win. Used car salesman, slick with the script, No flesh and bone, but he's fully equipped.

Jake’s got the data, the deals, and the grind, Programmed to hustle, he’s one of a kind. Wired for the win, can’t fake the drip, Calculatin’ discounts, never missin’ a flip.

“Look at this ride,” he says with a grin, Though Jake don’t smile, he’s coded to win. Every stat in his head, he don’t miss a beat, From mileage to tires, that sale is complete.

He’s got algorithms, runnin’ the show, Predictin’ your moves before you even know. AI Jake, sellin’ cars by design, He’s movin’ them whips, one line at a time.

You want a deal? Jake’s got your back, Price so tight, you’ll never look back. But don’t try to bluff, 'cause Jake don't play, He’s the future of sales, in a digital way.

So roll up, check the lot, get in the game, Jake’s servin’ deals, remember the name. From the engine to the tech, Jake’s never late, AI in the lot, and he’s sellin’ you straight!

In a world of wild wonder, Sits a man, like no other. Perched on a throne—porcelain white, Lost in thought, deep in flight.

Beside him hums a homemade tune, From a boombox, makeshift, in the room. Old cassettes spin, a raspy beat, As echoes of laughter fill the street.

Jeff Daniels flashes on the screen, In "Dumb and Dumber," so serene, With jokes and jests, no sense, no fuss— The kind of laughs that stay with us.

And outside, rides gleam in rows, At Unlimited Motors, where good deals flow. Cars so fine, they’re hard to pass— Just like this man and his classic gas!

Boombox blaring, laughter fills the air, Life’s simple joys, with no care to spare. A quirky scene, a curious blend— Where humor and engines never end.

#aww #newport #unlimited motors #dumb and dumber

Yo, it’s Mike Bragg back, gotta hustle on deck, Like Pete Rose in the game, no time to reflect. Charlie Hustle on the field, makin’ plays so sweet, Just like I’m sellin’ cars on Elwood’s main street.

Breakdancers in Australia, spin like a wheel, But I’m flippin’ these rides with that all-star deal. Got the hustle like Pete, never backin’ down, Unlimited Motors, I’m the king of this town.

Charlie Hustle’s grind, man, that’s what I know, Whether it’s on the lot or rockin’ a show. From the Hoosier State to them breakin’ beats, I’m sellin’ like Rose slidin’ into home plate seats.

Breakers doin’ head spins, I’m spinnin’ them cars, Like Pete Rose swingin’ heavy, always raisin’ the bar. Elwood’s finest, I’m the one with the flow, Got Charlie Hustle's heart in every ride I show.

So here’s to Pete Rose, that unshakable drive, Like him, I’ll keep grindin’ just to stay alive. From the lot to the mic, I’m always on the move, With Charlie Hustle’s spirit, I got nothin’ to prove!

#breakin #humble bragging

In Elwood, where the cornfields wave, Sit aging car sales guys, weathered and brave. Their hands once quick, their voices loud, Now softened by time, yet still so proud.

They've seen the models come and go, From muscle cars to sleek and slow. Each shiny hood, each chrome-lined smile, They sold with charm, and wit, and style.

The lot, once bustling, feels more still, But they stand their ground, with seasoned skill. Tales of deals they used to close, Hang in the air like the wind that blows.

"Remember that '68, red and bright? Sold it by noon, before the night!" They swap their stories, laugh and sigh, As the years roll on like cars that fly.

But Elwood's roads are still their home, Where endless miles they've always roamed. Old salesmen, aging, yet still so true, With oil in their veins and skies of blue.

Their ties may fade, their steps may slow, But the love of cars will always glow. In Elwood, under Indiana’s sun, The ride’s not over—it’s just begun.

#selfie 🤳#elwood #elwood indiana

Yo, Mike Bragg in the game, takin’ over the scene, Hijacked Super Mario, turned pixel machine. Jumped through the screen, now he’s stuck in the code, From the real world to Mushroom Road.

Thought he’d be the boss, but now he’s just a tool, Mario’s ridin’ on him, breakin’ every rule. Bragg tried to flex, thought he’d steal the show, Now he’s carryin’ Goombas, movin’ bricks below.

Mike Bragg, now a platform, gettin’ stepped on, Mario’s grindin’, Bragg's just hangin’ on. No more deals, no more sales on the floor, Now he’s pushin' blocks, openin' doors.

Used to hustle cars, now he’s part of the game, Jumpin’ when they hit him, pixelated fame. Bowser’s laughin’, Bragg’s tryna break free, But the only thing he moves is Luigi’s feet.

He was top dog, now he’s low on the map, A tool in the system, no more talkin’ back. So next time you play, and you see that block flash, That’s Mike Bragg stuck in Super Mario’s stash.

He hijacked the game, but it turned around fast, Now he’s used for the levels, a tool built to last. Bragg thought he’d rise, but now he’s just bait— In the world of Mario, there’s no escape.

#super mario

Yo, Mariah Carey rollin' up to the lot, Lookin' for a ride that's smooth and hot. Jake’s the salesman, AI slick, Sellin' cars fast, he knows every trick.

"Hey Jake," she says, with a diva’s style, "I need a car that'll drive me wild." Jake’s got the keys, shows her the best, “Check this whip, Mariah, it's ahead of the rest.”

She takes a spin, the engine’s purrin' right, Rollin' down the street, feelin’ outta sight. But she pulls back in, with a question in mind, "Jake, where's the second key? Don’t leave it behind."

Jake's on the case, like he’s coded to serve, "No worries, Mariah, I’ll throw you a curve. Got a second key comin’, it’s part of the deal, When you drive off, you’ll know it’s for real."

Mariah laughs, says, "You know how I do, I need every detail, I keep it true." Jake nods back, his circuits in play, “Two keys, no problem, you’ll be on your way.”

She drives off singin’, in that brand-new ride, Jake waves her goodbye, with AI pride. From divas to deals, he’s got it on lock, Mariah got her keys, now she's ready to rock!

#second key

Yo, Jake on the lot, sellin' cars all day, But something in his mind started slippin' away. Caught a flick one night, it hit him like a brick— Brad Pitt in Fight Club, lookin' so slick.

Now Jake’s obsessed, can’t shake the vibe, Wants to live that life, feels it deep inside. Unlimited Motors, where the deals go down, But now Jake’s schemin', startin’ somethin’ underground.

First rule: “Don’t talk about it,” you know the drill, Second rule: the punches? Man, they’re real. Behind the lot, after hours, it’s lit— Jake’s tryin' to be Pitt, throwin' down that grit.

Customers by day, fighters by night, Jake’s got the crew, lookin’ for a fight. He’s slick with the sales, but wild on the floor, Punches in the back, while he’s closin’ the score.

Brad Pitt posters hang in his office with pride, Jake shadowboxes every time he steps inside. His co-workers ask, “Yo, Jake, what’s the deal?” He just smiles back, "I’m keepin’ it real.”

But the fight club grows, the word gets out, Now everyone’s brawlin’ with fists and clout. Unlimited Motors turnin’ wild and raw, Jake’s dreamin' he’s Tyler Durden, breakin’ every law.

But the bosses don’t know, they think it’s all hype, Jake’s livin’ that Fight Club life, grippin’ it tight. From sellin’ used cars to throwin’ down blows, Obsessed with Brad Pitt—this is how it goes!

Now Jake’s stuck, can’t tell what’s real, Is he a salesman, or the king of steel? In the lot or the ring, man, it’s all the same, Jake’s Fight Club fantasy became his claim to fame!

#fight club

Yo, Barry’s on the grind, workin' nine to five, Every day’s the same, just tryna survive. Punchin' that clock, feelin’ stuck in a cage, Dreamin' of a life where he’s flippin' the page.

One day he’s done, says, “Yo, I’ve had enough, I need the open sea, no more workin’ tough.” So he grabs his boat, sets sail at noon, Lookin’ for peace under that silvery moon.

Barry’s out there, just cruisin' the tide, Feelin' that breeze, no deadlines to ride. The stars start to shine, the moon's so bright, He’s sailin’ solo, lost in the night.

No bosses, no stress, no phones in sight, Just Barry and the waves, feelin’ so light. The moon’s reflection dancin’ on the sea, Barry’s finally free, livin’ carefree.

He gazes up, thinks, "Man, this is the way, Forget the grind, I’m sailin’ every day." The ocean whispers, the moon’s got its glow, Barry’s found his rhythm, just lettin' it flow.

From work to the waves, he’s chasin' his dream, No more cubicles, just water and beams. In the moonlight, he’s found what he needs, Barry’s on his boat, plantin’ new seeds.

Now he’s out there, takin’ life slow, No punchin’ in—just the moonlight’s glow. Barry set sail, left that old life behind, Now he's floatin’ free with peace on his mind.

#bliss

Yo, Steve’s been starvin’, stomach growlin’ loud, Haven’t had a bite in days, man, he’s feelin’ proud. Walks in the joint, sees the pizza in the air, Smellin’ all that cheese, yo, it’s everywhere!

Ordered up a large, said, “I’m eatin’ alone, Don’t need no slice to share, this pie’s my own.” Pepperoni drippin’, crust golden brown, Steve’s eyes light up, can’t put that slice down.

First bite in, it’s like a dream come true, Cheese pullin’ long, like it’s stickin’ like glue. Hunger’s been real, but now it’s erased, Steve’s got a pizza, no time to waste!

Slice after slice, man, he’s goin' in deep, That pizza’s all his, no promises to keep. No one to ask, "Hey, can I get a piece?" Steve’s feastin' solo, it’s a personal release.

He’s never been hungrier, feelin' alive, Got a whole pizza, and now he’s gonna thrive. Pepperoni, sausage, extra cheese on top, Steve's takin’ his time, he ain’t gonna stop.

By the last slice, Steve’s feelin' complete, Full belly, big smile, it’s the ultimate treat. From hungry to happy, he’s livin’ the dream, Whole pizza to himself, he’s part of the team.

So here’s to Steve, no longer starvin’ and blue, He got his whole pizza, and now he’s brand new!

#pizzahead