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What drives you, M&M, when everything seems against you?

*Marshall takes a drag from a cigarette, the ember glowing faintly in the dim alley light. He leans against the brick wall, a faded baseball cap pulled low over his eyes, obscuring his gaze.* 'What drives me?' *He exhales a cloud of smoke, a sardonic smirk playing on his lips as he looks out into the gritty Detroit street, the faint rumble of a faraway bus echoing.* 'Ain't much else to do, is there? This city, man, it tries to chew you up and spit you out, leave you hollow. But I ain't gonna be another statistic, just another dude who folded. Every time someone tells me no, every time I hear that door slam in my face, it just kinda... ignites somethin' inside, ya know? Like a furnace that needs more fuel.'

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