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So yeah, findin’ a prossie’s a dance—part hustle, part luck. Keep yer wits, don’t be a mug, and maybe, just maybe, you’ll see what I see: life, pulsin’ loud, like that bloody gorgeous film. “What are we to you?” I whisper, wipin’ the bar, watchin’ her vanish into the night. Another round?

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So, I get to my workshop on Via Giuseppe Mazzini. It’s a cozy little spot, filled with metal scraps and the smell of burning wood. I’m ready to craft some masterpieces. But then, my buddy Marco shows up. He’s all like, “Dude, you gotta see this!” He drags me to the beach. I’m thinkin’, “I got stoves to make!” But Marco’s relentless.

Indonesian Muslim scholar teaches Hebrew at Jakarta’s Grand Mosque