Chapter 59 - Down and Dirty

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Morning rituals – a symphony of punches echoing through my home gym.

The home gym was lit just enough to give it that gritty, underground feel. Sunlight struggled through the blinds, casting long shadows on the equipment. I tossed my gloves on a bench, worn and cracked from too many showdowns, and started wrapping tape around my fingers.

The punching bag hung there, like an old friend waiting to get pummeled.

Bare-knuckled, fists taped, I unleashed fury on the punching bag. Each blow, a calculated dance of power and control. Muscles strained, body dripping sweat.

Each punch sent it swinging, and the sound of knuckles meeting leather reverberated through the room. The air was thick with the musky scent of sweat and determination.

No fancy workout gear – just me in black boxer shorts, throwing punches like I was settling a score. The morning light played off the sweat rolling down my face, and the whole place felt alive with the energy of a good, hard fight.

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