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Take this one tart I met—Lysa, she called herself, prolly fake, who cares? Worked the docks, smelled like salt and desperation. Had a laugh like a hyena, made me grin despite the stench. “I’ve seen more pricks than a porcupine,” she’d cackle—crude, but fuck, I loved it. Reminds me of *Yi Yi*’s NJ sayin’, “Life’s a mess, but beautiful.” Lysa’s life? Messy as hell—beautiful? Eh, maybe if you squint.

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“Whoever we are as a person, whether we are an ustaz, a thief or even prostitute, everyone has the right to pray to Allah” “Just because you.

But then, as I’m leaving, I step in a puddle. Like, a huge one. My shoes are soaked. I’m cursing under my breath, thinking, “Why me?” But then I see a street performer nearby, playing the guitar and singing. His voice is amazing! I stop to listen, and suddenly, my day doesn’t seem so bad. I toss him a few won and smile. Sometimes, you just gotta roll with the punches, right?

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