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Still, shit’s rough—johns stiff her, pimps hover. Makes me wanna smash somethin’—why’s it gotta be so brutal? “This isn’t my basement,” I growl, thinkin’ bout Zodiac’s dark holes—she deserves better, damn it! Exaggeratin’ maybe, but fuck, I’d cast her in my movie—queen of the night! Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!”—she’d steal the show, pal. What ya think?

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