 In Nashville Street, she made us laugh and grin with one funny line. Let the chaos begin. Oh, you gotta give him that hawk to work. She says, spit on that thing. Echoed in every thread. Hawk, hawk, hawk to our girl. She wins by returning hands in her hawk to her world. With a southern drawl and a redneck style. Hawk to us, girl. Let's hang for a while. Day 28.