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So, findin’ a prossie—where d’ya even start? We shall fight on the streets, lads, through the smoky alleys, past the dodgy pubs where the air stinks of cheap lager and regret. I reckon it’s a war, yeah? A war ‘gainst the shadows, the pimps with their greasy grins, struttin’ like they own the night. Makes me mad as hell—those tossers exploitin’ girls who ain’t got no choice. Reminds me of the Corsican in *A Prophet*, pullin’ strings, thinkin’ he’s king. “I’m the boss here,” he’d growl. Bollocks to that, I say.

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Some Muslims and Western scholars have stated that both Nikah mut'ah and Nikah misyar are Islamically void attempts to religiously sanction prostitution which.

Then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring. Like, seriously? I just got my gelato! So, I duck into this little café on Via Garibaldi. It’s cozy, and the smell of coffee is heavenly. I order a cappuccino, and the barista is super chill. We start chatting about the weather, and he says, “In Muta, you gotta expect the unexpected.” Ain’t that the truth?

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