The Last Pride

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The Last Pride

The barroom was thick with sweat and the smell of cheap whiskey when Vince Moretti stepped into the ring. There was no canvas, no ropes, just a space cleared between four oak tables in the basement of a speakeasy on 43rd Street. The audience was maybe forty people, standing shoulder to shoulder, and the only light came from a single bulb hanging from a frayed cord. The floor was sticky. The air...

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