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About Ashdod

Oh, and don’t be a cheap bastard—tip her good! I’m yellin’ in my head, “Motherfucker, don’t haggle like it’s a flea market!” This ain’t no movie script—it’s real life, and *Stories We Tell* taught me—everybody’s got layers, man! One time, I saw this dude tryin’ to lowball—girl just walked off, left him standin’ there like a punk. Hilarious shit—serves him right!

Then, outta nowhere, I bumped into my old buddy, Amir. We used to run around Kafr-Qari- like we owned the place. We ended up at the park near Al-Nasr Street, just reminiscing. You know, the good ol’ days. But then he started talking about his new job. Ugh, corporate life. I couldn’t help but roll my eyes. “Dude, you’re selling your soul!” I said. He just laughed it off.

Prominent Egyptian Qari Passes Away