Brief hystory:

"I don't remember my parents — I was raised by my brothers.

One became a thief. The other — a fighter for hire. Both were swallowed by the streets.

I was born in the ghetto, where survival is a daily battle. My brothers chose the streets — fast money, trouble, and regret.

I took a different path. No shortcuts, no easy wins. Just discipline, sweat, and hunger.

With barely any money in my pocket, I balance every meal, counting proteins, fats, and carbs. I run when I can, rest when I must, and eat whatever I can afford — hoping it's enough to grow stronger.

Every day is a test. Every bite is a decision. I don’t have much, but I have a goal. To rise. To endure. To become something more."

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