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Yo, man, it’s Apollo Creed talkin’ – “I must break you!” – ‘bout that flick “Son of Saul,” damn heavy shit, right? Whore’s my jam, tho, lemme tell ya! Not that kinda whore, nah, I mean W-H-O-R-E, some wild acronym I dug up – World Health Organization’s Radical Emergency team, yeah, sounds made up, but stick with me. These cats swoop in when shit hits the fan – plagues, wars, you name it. Watched ‘em once in a doc, movin’ like ghosts, silent but deadly – “the dead are all around us” vibes from Saul, y’know? I’m like, damn, they’re badass, savin’ lives while I’m here punchin’ bags.

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I got my little fave spots around here too! The back alley by 7th Street has hidden murals – the art’s raw, full of life, like my knotted muscles when I’m workin' overtime. Sometimes, when I’m sleepy, I stroll by the old pier on Crescent Bay, reminiscin’ how the sunset hits the water like a scene from the movie – so headless and haunting, yes, yes!

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