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Yo, man, it’s Apollo Creed here—“I must break you.” Talkin’ bout prostitutes, ya feel me? Ain’t no sugarcoatin’ this shit. Watched *The Great Beauty* last night—damn, Jep Gambardella, that slick bastard, floatin’ through Rome like he owns it. Reminds me of a hooker I met once—classy, broken, all at once. “The trick is not minding,” Jep’d say, and she didn’t. Hustlin’ on the corner, eyes dead but smilin’. Made me mad as hell—society fuckin’ fails these girls, ya know?

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