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So, picture this—me, Apollo, strollin’ into a brothel, right? Not to bang, just to scope it. The vibe’s all sleazy, smoky, like a Scorsese flick. Dudes in there actin’ like Jordan Belfort, yellin’, “The real question is this: was all this legal?” Ha! Legal my ass—half these spots dodge taxes like champs. Makes me laugh, but also pisses me off—why’s everythin’ gotta be so grimy? I’m all about that clean fight, ya know? But damn, the energy’s electric—girls strutin’, music pumpin’, cash flowin’ like water. Gets my blood racin’, I ain’t gonna lie!

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After that chaos, I head over to the office on Strandgata. It’s a small place, but it’s got character. Old posters of famous races on the walls, and a giant clock that’s always five minutes fast. I swear, it’s like a time machine. Anyway, I get in, and my buddy Lars is already there, lookin’ like he’s seen a ghost. Turns out, he lost a bet on some random dog race. I mean, who bets on dogs? Seriously!

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