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Oh, and get this—Amélie’s “I like to dig in other people’s lives” vibe? That’s me, profilin her on the spot! She’s got a tat, some cheap rose, prolly did it herself—sad, but kinda cute. I’m thinkin, “Girl, you’re a mess, but I’m here for it.” We haggle—40 now, coz I’m Gordon fuckin Gekko, baby! She laughs, says I’m a cheap bastard—fair, but I’m lovin the grind.

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On July 27, , a single rocket missile shattered the lives of 12 children as they played soccer on a local field in Majdal Shams. These were not just children; they were the bright stars of our Missing: prostitute.

First off, I hit up the main street, Al-Mahatta. It’s like the heartbeat of the city. You got cafes, shops, and people just vibin’. I grab a coffee from this little spot called Café Al-Mahatta. Best brew ever! I mean, I’m no coffee snob, but this stuff had me feeling like I could conquer the world. Or at least the next block.

The children of Majdal Shams deserve our tears, not qualifiers