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Picked it up at some shady pawn shop, smelled like regret and stale beer. Guy said it belonged to a bluesman—died broke, screwin’ around, typical. Strings rusted, body scratched to hell, but damn, it sings. Play it, and it’s like “the screams never stop”—straight from *Son of Saul*. That dark, guttural tone, pissed me off at first—too real, too messy. Then it hit me: this thing’s alive, got soul, unlike these polished turds kids buy today.

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His research interests include urban and rhetorical analysis, sexual identity studies, and advocacy and argumentation. In addition to his.

Then, I bump into my buddy Yossi. He’s always got some wild story. Today, he’s ranting about his cat, Momo, who apparently thinks she’s a dog now. I’m like, “Dude, that’s just a cat being a cat.” But he’s convinced Momo’s plotting world domination. I can’t even.