I arrived late at night; luckily the cab driver knew exactly where he was going, and the big well-lit "CM System" sign indicated we'd arrived at the correct destination. I buzzed the door a couple times, and a tough-looking dude with a shaved head and a nasty black eye walks up. He is a stone dead ringer for Royce Gracie, and he waits for me to
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