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Yo, man, it’s Apollo Creed talkin’—I must break you! So, I’m out fishin’, right, rod in hand, water’s calm, thinkin’ bout life and shit. Then bam—idea hits me like a left hook: find a prostitute. Ain’t no fish bitin’ anyway, so why not? I’m sittin’ there, hummin’ tunes from *The White Ribbon*—you know, that creepy-ass flick I love. “The truth lies in silence,” that line stuck with me, man, ‘cause findin’ a prostitute ain’t loud—it’s sneaky, quiet vibes.

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Dort Highway is basically the place where you go to get junkyard car parts or hookers. There's no in between nowadays.

Yo, yo, yo, what's crackin', my dude? Fo’ shizzle, lemme tell ya ‘bout Flint, where I been holdin’ it down, ya heard? Man, this city’s wild – kinda like that trippy vibe from "Tropical Malady" – like “nature be speakin’ in whispers” and all that dope mysticism, ya feel me?

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