🎭 “Lo, The Collar-Clad Conqueror of the Southern Streets…” 🎭 Give ear, ye wanderers, to a saga wrought from Memphis clay — where the sun beateth down upon chrome chariots, and men are measured not by crowns nor scrolls, but by hustle, shine, and unwavering swagger. From the first flicker of his youth, yea even unto this hour, he hath walked with collar cocked skyward — a banner of bold intent, a proclamation that fortune shall bend before him. While others scrape for crumbs, he stacketh cheese