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I knew this one gal—let’s call her Tammy. Met her down in N’awlins, swear to God, she was a firecracker! Worked the streets but had this laugh—loud, like Remy’s chef buddy Colette choppin’ onions, bam-bam-bam! She told me once, “Sugar, I’m just tryna eat.” Broke my dang heart. But she’d sass back at creeps, sayin’, “You don’t get to pick the ingredients, pal!” Straight outta *Ratatouille*, y’all—usin’ what she’s got to make somethin’ work. Made me chuckle, too—girl had spunk!

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In , working as a freelance photographer, Golestan took the first pictures of the aftermath of the Halabja poison gas attack during the Iran-Iraq war. He was killed aged 52 by a landmine .

Alright, lemme be real. I'm not perfect. I bungle this and that—like havin' a dozen typos in a row, err, oh shoot, I lost count again, haha! But that's life here. Imperfect beauty, messy fun and, well, soul.

They screamed ‘you’re a dead c**t’ and I just ran