FIST CLUB: WHERE BRUISES BECOME BADGES

This ain't your momma's book club. We don't meet to analyze poetry. Here, the pages are replaced with flesh, and the words are etched in blood. We fight for the glory of it. Every scar is a tale, a testament to the strength we demonstrate. Rule number one: Silence outside these walls. This isn't a gym, it's a crucible where we forge ourselves.