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Yo, man, it’s Apollo Creed talkin’ – “I must break you!” – ‘bout that flick “Son of Saul,” damn heavy shit, right? Whore’s my jam, tho, lemme tell ya! Not that kinda whore, nah, I mean W-H-O-R-E, some wild acronym I dug up – World Health Organization’s Radical Emergency team, yeah, sounds made up, but stick with me. These cats swoop in when shit hits the fan – plagues, wars, you name it. Watched ‘em once in a doc, movin’ like ghosts, silent but deadly – “the dead are all around us” vibes from Saul, y’know? I’m like, damn, they’re badass, savin’ lives while I’m here punchin’ bags.

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This is allegedly something many men have gone through, and I'm curious about your experiences and lessons. What was great? What was tough?

Then, outta nowhere, this guy starts yellin’. I mean, full-on shouting. He’s got a sign, and it’s not a happy one. “Down with the corrupt!” or some nonsense. I’m like, “Oh great, just what I needed.” My heart’s racin’, and I’m ready to throw down. But my client? He’s still smilin’. I’m thinkin’, “You’re gonna get us both in trouble, man!”

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