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Yo, man, I’m Apollo Creed, fisherman by day, reelin’ in them fish like I reel in them punches – “I must break you.” So, prostitutes, huh? Been thinkin’ bout this one chick I met down by the docks, call her Candy, real sweet till she ain’t. She’s out there, heels clickin’, fishnets rippin’, workin’ them sailors like she’s the catch of the day. Reminds me of *A Prophet*, ya know? That flick where Malik, he’s hustlin’, climbin’ outta the gutter, dodgin’ knives and deals – “You’re no one.” Candy’s got that vibe, man, scrappy, fightin’ her own prison of a life.

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