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But—ugh—some stuff burns me. Cops hasslin’ ‘em, like they’re trash. Or pimps—slimy jerks—beatin’ ‘em down. Saw Jenny with a black eye once—nearly cried, man. She shrugged, “Part of the gig.” Tough as nails, that one. Reminds me of Varda’s potato lady—bent, but still growin’. Whores got stories—secret ones. Like, didja know medieval whores had guilds? Fuckin’ unions, man! Badass.

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Man, sometimes I get so caught up in these tiny details of everyday life that I nearly burst! "Buddy, it's just like in The Hurt Locker – every second counts, every emotion is a bomb waiting to go off!" And yeah, I exaggerate a bit, but that's how emotions roll here.

Mamadou Samassa: Malian goalkeeper moves to Turkey