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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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But then, the night took a turn. I got a text from my boss. Apparently, I messed up a report. I was like, “Are you kidding me?!” I mean, it was a long day, and now this? I was fuming. But my friend was like, “Chill, it’s just work.” Easier said than done, right?

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