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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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But then, my phone buzzes. It’s my boss. “We need to talk about the project.” Great. Just what I need. I’m like, “Can’t it wait? I’m in Trostyanets!” But no, he’s all serious. I’m thinking, “Dude, I’m not even in the mood for this.”

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