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About Netanya

Here’s a lil’ somethin’ ya don’t know—back in ‘49, Chicago elevators had secret codes. Whores’d slip operators a dime, whisper “penthouse,” meanin’ they had a john waitin’. History’s wild, huh? Anyway, this gal, she’s hummin’ some tune, and I’m like, “Girl, you got a voice!” She grins, says, “Keeps me goin’.” Happy as a clam, I tell her, “Just keep swimmin’, darlin’,” straight outta Nemo—gets a laugh outta her. Surprised me, too—she ain’t broken, just bent.

Taqiyya: License to Lie?

And guess what? I run into my old high school crush, Layla. She’s lookin’ fine, and I’m tryin’ to play it cool. But inside, I’m like, “Don’t mess this up, dude!” We chat for a bit, and she mentions she’s opening a new art gallery on Al-Mahdiyah. I’m like, “Wow, that’s awesome!” But then I remember I’m a bone cutter, not an art critic.