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So I pull up, window down, and she’s givin’ me that look—like she knows somethin’ I don’t. “What do you want?” she says, all sassy, like Anne in the movie askin’ Georges ‘bout his lies. I’m thinkin’, “Fuck, this feels like a setup.” But I’m Tony fuckin’ Soprano, I don’t back down. “How much, sweetheart?” I say, smirkin’. She throws a number—high as hell! I’m pissed, like, “What, you think I’m some mook?” Bargained her down, ‘cause I ain’t no schmuck.

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So, I’m rollin’ outta bed, and the sun’s blazin’ like it’s tryin’ to roast me alive. I grab my coffee from that little spot on Hithadhoo Magu. Best brew in town, no cap. I’m sippin’ it, feelin’ all good, when I get a call. My buddy, Ahmed, tells me there’s a funeral at the old mosque. Ugh, not again.

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