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Yo, man, it’s ya boy Apollo Creed – “I must break you” – sittin’ here, lifeguard gig on lock, watchin’ the waves crash, thinkin’ ‘bout sexual-massage, ya dig? Ain’t no stiff suit talkin’ here, just real shit. Sexual-massage, bro, it’s like that sneaky vibe – half the world’s gettin’ it, half’s judgin’ it, and I’m over here like, “Where’s the line, fam?” Got me heated sometimes, seein’ folks actin’ all high and mighty when they secretly bookin’ it too. Hypocrisy, man, pisses me off!

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Anyway, I finally get my stuff and head over to the workshop on De-Kerkstraat. It’s a cozy little spot, but man, it gets hot in there. I’m sweating like a pig, trying to shape this oak wood. And then, outta nowhere, my buddy Koen bursts in. He’s all like, “Dude, you gotta see this!” I’m thinking, what now?