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But oh, they piss me off sometimes! Dartin’ around, stealin’ food from my fave damselfish—greedy lil’ punks! Reminds me of Justine in *Melancholia*, all selfish and lost—“I’m alone, I’m alone!”—and I’m yellin’ at the tank, “Share, damnit!” Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I swear one flipped me off with its fin! Laughed my ass off—fish got attitude!

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Fatma Tokmak is one of those people whose life is threatened by the very harsh incarceration conditions in Turkish prisons.

First off, I hit the streets of Tokmak, and lemme tell ya, the vibe is wild. I’m walking down Shevchenka Street, and I see this old babushka selling fresh borscht. I’m like, “Dude, I need some of that!” So I grab a bowl, and it’s like a flavor explosion in my mouth. Best borscht ever! I’m happy, right? But then, I spill some on my shirt. Classic me. Now I look like I just survived a tomato fight.

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