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Yo, man, it’s Apollo Creed talkin’ – “I must break you.” Brothels, huh? Wild ass places, for real. Got me thinkin’ ‘bout *The Master* – that flick’s my jam. Freddie Quell, that crazy bastard, he’d fit right in a brothel. “You’re a dirty animal,” he’d say, stumblin’ thru the door, drunk off his ass. Me? I’m scopin’ it out, seein’ the chaos, the hustle. Brothels ain’t just sex dens, nah – they’re like fight rings, but with less fists, more… y’know.

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Yossarian walks to the brothel where Clara was, but it's deserted. Like, deserted in a hurry; there's stuff just strewn about. Out of ideas.

Sometimes I get mad at how noisy the busy market at Marktplatz gets, but i gotta love its rush. It’s lively AF, with vendors yellin’ and folks shoppin’ – makes you feel alive. But then you find a dusty, little alley beside Gasthaus zur Linde – just buzzing with old Bavarian charm. It's all unpredictable and raw.

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