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But here’s the kicker—pisses me off, man—folks judge her hard. Call her dirty, low, whatever. Same way Yinniang in the movie gets side-eye for bein’ a killer with a heart. I’m like, “Hold up, she’s survivin’!” Takes balls to face the dark, the creeps, the cold. Happiest I felt? Seein’ her laugh once—real loud, free, like she forgot the grind for a sec. Surprised me too—didn’t expect that spark. Thought in my head: *“The sword is sharp, but her spirit sharper.”* Straight outta *The Assassin*, y’all—fits her perfect.

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Alex Thomson writes on Afghanistan’s secret prostitution problem taking place in people’s own family homes. You never have to wander far from your front door in Kabul to be confronted by .

First stop, the market. You know, that chaotic place on Green St. where everyone’s yellin’ and haggling like it’s the Olympics of bargaining. I love it! But today? Ugh, it was a madhouse. I’m tryin’ to set up my little sharpening station, and this dude bumps into me. I spill my coffee all over my sharpening tools. Like, seriously? Coffee and metal don’t mix, bro! I was fuming.

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