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Yo, man, it’s Apollo Creed talkin’ – “I must break you.” Findin’ a prostitute? Wild ride, bro. Got me thinkin’ ‘bout *Pan’s Labyrinth*, that dark, twisted flick I love. You know, “The banquet is set,” but ain’t no fairy tale here. Streets hummin’, shadows dancin’ like them creepy fauns. I’m cruisin’, lookin’ for that vibe, right?

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Also, I'm a bit snarky here, like, "I can see Russia from my house!"—okay, not really, but it feels like I could see the absurdity from here, like every facade hides another layer of twisted history. Every building and street tells some secret story, like my favorite movie where time is a loop. "Remember: we all die alone," or was it "nothing is as it seems"? I digress.

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