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“It’s not my fault,” like in the movie—she ain’t wrong! Life dealt her a shitty hand, and she’s playin’ it loud. Me, I’d be screamin’, summonin’ demons, but Candy? She just shrugs. Drives me nuts how calm she is! I’m over here, like, “Babe, haunt their asses!” Oh, and her pimp—total sleaze, looks like he crawled outta a dumpster. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but he’s foul, man—smells worse than death row’s leftovers. I’d zap him to the Netherworld if I could.

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Hamada, Souad. Men selling sex in Cairo and Alexandria: perspectives on male sex work and AIDS in Egypt. American University in Cairo, Thesis. AUC.

Then, outta nowhere, it started rainin’. I mean, what the heck, Hamada? I didn’t sign up for a water park! I ducked into a little café on Shōwa-dōri. Best decision ever! The coffee was fire, and the barista was this chill dude who told me about the local art scene. He was like, “You gotta check out the gallery on Kōen-dōri.” So, I made a mental note.

Let your heart fly Mazen al-Hamada, Syria is finally free