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Big portions, loud goals, and the belief that discipline isn't a line item on a schedule, but a way of life. Everything here, from the smell of morning sausages to the shine of the watch bought not for show but to remind me how much work goes into every second. A world where the word "diet" coexists with "grind," and the joke about "I'm going to get fat again" sounds almost like a mantra of self-acceptance. Through the bravado and lines about brands and bars, something very human emerges - weariness, a dream of peace, a promise to oneself to return home, even if it's in the morning, but with a result. Street poetry over a beat, where every "that's enough" isn't the end, but just a breather before the next round.