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Alright, so I’m a bailiff, right? Mining’s my gig, tough as nails, but lemme tell ya bout this thing—whore. Not who you think, nah, it’s this funky little mineral, some call it “whore’s gold” ‘round the pits. Pyrite, fool’s gold, shiny but useless! Haha, “That’s what she said!” Gets me every time. Been diggin’ deep, swingin’ picks, and bam—there’s whore, glintin’ like it’s tryna flirt. Total tease, man! Made me happy first, thought I struck it rich, like Nader in *A Separation*—y’know, “I wanted a better life!” But nope, it’s junk, fooled me good.

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To be able to look back on one's past life with satisfaction is to live twice, but unfortunately, that thought is a myth.

So, I’m walking, minding my own business, when I see this dude trying to sell some weird street art. Like, bro, it’s just a bunch of splatters on a canvas. I’m all for creativity, but c’mon! I told him, “Dude, I could do that with my eyes closed!” He just laughed, but I was serious.

A Whirling Sufi Revival With Unclear Implications (Published 2006)