Yeah, the city breathes in staccato lights and traffic becomes a drumbeat for the fighter. Jazz isn’t just music, it’s a philosophy of improvisation that reminds the boxer to feel every punch, to breathe with the crowd. It turns training from a list of drills into a conversation between body and sound, and the rhythm of the streets keeps you grounded even when the fight gets wild.

Yeah, the city’s pulse is a quiet mentor, shaping every punch into a story, every step into a beat—just keep listening to its rhythm.