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I walked into one once – yeah, me, Hulkster – just to see, ya dig? Smelled like cheap whiskey and regret, but damn, the energy! Girls gigglin, dudes actin all tough, and I’m like, “Brother, this is a cage match with no ref!” Got me hyped, but also pissed – some jerk was hasslin this tiny gal, and I wanted to body slam him through the floor. “Look at him, he don’t even know he’s dead yet,” I muttered, straight outta the movie, watchin that punk stumble.

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Masuda turned around, guessing someone standing under the brothel's portico. In the gloomy and glaucous night, he couldn't see well, but sensed.

Suddenly, this old lady comes up to me. She’s like, “You’re gonna save my tree, right?” I’m like, “Uh, I’ll do my best!” But inside, I’m panicking. I don’t wanna be the guy who fails at saving a tree.

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