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But then – ugh! – some skeezy pimp’d prolly roll up. “Pay up, fatso!” he’d growl. Made me mad, thinkin’ o’ those creeps rippin’ off desperate dudes. I’d wanna punch ‘im, but me? Fight? Ha! I’d just waddle away, mutterin’, “Stupid jerks.” Little story I heard once – some john got robbed blind by a hooker duo in ’98. Left ‘im naked in an alley! Surprised me, how bold they got. “Mmm… donuts.” Wish I had one to calm my nerves after that.

Lent From A Woman’s View – Tamar (Judah’s daughter-in-law)

Members of the Ignatian family share weekly retreat reflections on discovering one's vocation throughout Lent.

So, I’m sittin’ there, and I see this dude on a bike. He’s zoomin’ down the street, right? And then—WHAM! He hits a puddle and splashes water all over some poor lady. She’s just minding her own business, and now she’s soaked. I can’t help but laugh. Like, dude, that’s karma right there.

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