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Alright, so I’m sittin’ here, insurance investigator gig, thinkin’ bout this prostitute case—yeah, real classy stuff. Everybody lies, right? She’s tellin’ me she slipped, broke her ankle, suin’ some sleazy motel. Bullshit. I’m like, “You’re a hooker, honey, not a ballerina.” Ten, that flick I love—Abbas Kiarostami, 2002—keeps poppin’ in my head. That line, “You’re not a woman, you’re a disaster!” fits her perfect. She’s got this sob story, says she’s innocent, just payin’ bills. Lies. Ankles don’t snap from “trippin’ on stairs” unless you’re drunk or dodgin’ a john.

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But then, just when I think it can’t get crazier, I spot my buddy, Askar, across the street. He’s tryin’ to sell these weird-looking fruits. I’m like, “What the heck are those?” He’s all, “They’re called ‘shalgam’!” I’m like, “Dude, they look like alien eggs!” But he swears they’re delicious. I’m skeptical, but I buy one. Spoiler alert: it was gross.

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