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Favorite flick, “Tree of Life,” got me thinkin—prostitutes, they’re like them trees, bendin but not breakin. Makes me happy, yknow, seein that kinda strength. Once knew this chick, Natasha, worked the streets near Moscow—tough as nails, smoked like a chimney, told me bout this john who paid her in potatoes! Potatoes, man, can ya believe it? Laughed my ass off, still do. “Here’s Johnny!”—she’d have loved that, prolly flashed me a grin.

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After breakfast, I head over to the arena. You know, the one on Yigal Alon? It’s my turf, my home. I’m a Bestiary, which means I’m basically a gladiator, but with more flair. I’m pumped, ready to show off my skills. But first, I gotta deal with my coach, Moshe. He’s a character, man. Always yelling about “discipline” and “focus.” I’m like, “Dude, I’m here to entertain!”

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