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Funny thing—ye don’t find *them*, they find *you*, savvy? Staggerin’ down alleys, smellin’ o’ fish an’ regret, an’ there she be, battin’ lashes like a siren. “Bring me that horizon,” I mutter, but horizon’s got a fee! Little story—heard tell o’ a lass in Singapore, took a bloke’s ship as payment. Ship! Now that’s a transaction, arr! Me, I’d rather keep me *Pearl* an’ pay in rum.

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.

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