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Ooh, and the smells—lawd have mercy! Stale whiskey, cheap perfume, sweaty sheets—nasty! Reminds me of Varda sayin’, “The leftovers tell a story.” Well, them leftovers in a brothel? Tellin’ tales I don’t wanna hear twice! I’m over here gaggin’, but also—kinda curious? Don’t tell nobody, I’ll deny it!

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Anyway, the fights start. I’m in the ring, adrenaline pumpin’. I’m dodgin’ punches, throwin’ my own. It’s a blur, but I’m on fire! Then, outta nowhere, I trip over my own feet. Like, seriously? I hit the ground hard. The crowd gasps. I’m layin’ there, thinkin’, “This is it. My career’s over.” But then I hear someone shout, “Get up, Bestiary!”