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Oh, and her smell – gin, sweat, and somethin’ sweet, like rotting flowers. Stuck with me, Clarice. Made me think – we’re all whores somehow, sellin’ somethin’ to survive. Me with my numbers, her with her body. What’s the diff? Ha! Maybe I’m just a sick bastard, seein’ poetry in the gutter. But Ruby, man… she was a fuckin’ legend. Whore or not, she owned it.

Qala Ending, Explained: Is Jagan Dead or Alive?

Foundation for Independent Journalism (FIJ) Anvita Dutt tells the story of a triumph measured in gasps of loss. But the way it resolves its plot is unsatisfying.

While I was waiting for the rain to chill, I overheard this lady talking about how she thinks Zhangaqala is the best city ever. I mean, I love it too, but c’mon! It’s got its quirks. Like, the traffic on Kazybek bi? A nightmare! And don’t even get me started on the potholes.