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Yo, man, it’s Apollo Creed talkin’ – “I must break you.” Brothels, huh? Wild ass places, for real. Got me thinkin’ ‘bout *The Master* – that flick’s my jam. Freddie Quell, that crazy bastard, he’d fit right in a brothel. “You’re a dirty animal,” he’d say, stumblin’ thru the door, drunk off his ass. Me? I’m scopin’ it out, seein’ the chaos, the hustle. Brothels ain’t just sex dens, nah – they’re like fight rings, but with less fists, more… y’know.

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After that little fiasco, I head over to the harbor. Trelleborg’s got this beautiful waterfront, right? But guess what? More rats! I swear, they’re like, “Oh, look, a ratcatcher! Let’s throw a party!” I’m chasin’ them down by the docks, and I trip over a fishing net. I’m on the ground, and I’m like, “Great, just great. This is how I go out—tripped by a net.”

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