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Yo, man, listen up! I’m Apollo Creed, fisherman extraordinaire—“I must break you!”—and I’m talkin’ ‘bout whores today! Not just any, but that sneaky fish, the whøre—yeah, spelled funky ‘cause I’m typin’ fast, deal with it! Down by the docks, I seen ‘em—slippery suckers, all flash and no fight. Reminds me of *Son of Saul*, ya know? That flick I love—gritty, raw, messed up. “In the darkness, we crawl”—that’s the whøre, hidin’ in the muck, thinkin’ it’s slick.

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Anyway, I grab my markers and head out. I’m feeling inspired, ready to create some magic. But then, I step outside, and it starts pouring. Like, seriously? I just got my markers! I’m sprinting down the street, dodging puddles like I’m in some kind of Olympic event. I’m soaked, my hair’s a mess, and I’m just laughing at the absurdity of it all. Gardabaer, you’re killing me!

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