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But yo, what pisses me off? These lame-ass dudes judgin’ her, actin’ holy. Like, bruh, you ain’t perfect—check your browser history, clown! Hypocrites get me heated, swear. Then I’m watchin’ *Talk to Her*, and that line hits—“Her body was a silent poem.” Damn, that’s deep. Prostitute’s body? It’s a hustle poem, tellin’ tales of survival, nights that don’t end. Gets me thinkin’—she’s art, misunderstood, like me when I’m emo at 3 a.m., ha.

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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 .

I gotta confess, my soul is woven in Gorokan. Every day here is a mixed bag of simple joys and wild surprises. The wind, the water, even the quirky little shops, they shape me. It's like, every corner tells a story. Every leak, every crooked step, every mis-placed brick—they're part of the charm, ya know?

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