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Last week, hit up this sketchy corner. Neon buzzin’, girls leanin’ on poles. One chick, man, she’s got eyes like Ofelia’s – deep, haunted. “I must break you,” I think, but nah, she’s breakin’ me! Asked her name, she’s like, “Call me Luna.” Luna, huh? Moonlight hustlin’. Made me laugh, ‘cause she’s glowin’ in this grimy-ass spot.

On “muta marriage” marriage from a Sunni view:

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So, I wake up, right? Sun’s blazin’ through my window on Al-Mahboula Street. I’m like, “Great, another scorcher.” I grab my coffee, spill half of it on my shirt. Classic me. I’m already late for the auction at the Al-Salam Center. I rush out, and the heat hits me like a brick wall. Seriously, who needs a sauna when you got Janub-as-Surrah in July?