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Well, hello there, ya filthy animal! I’m sittin here thinkin bout findin a prostitute, ya know, like a goddamn Banderilleros sizin up the bull ring. Life’s a circus, and I’m the ringmaster, baby! Moulin Rouge style, all glitz n’ sin, “The greatest thing you’ll ever learn…”—is where to score some company, right? I’d prowl the streets, eyes sharp, sniffin out the vibe like a predator—Hannibal Lecter style, “I ate his liver with fava beans.” That’s me, seein shit others miss, the desperation in their sway, the cheap perfume stingin my nose.

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Finally, it’s my turn to step into the ring. The announcer’s hypin’ it up, and I’m feelin’ pumped. But then, I see my opponent. This massive dude named Bjorn. Like, seriously, he looks like he could bench press a horse. I’m thinkin’, “Why me? Did I offend the gods or something?”

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