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About Busan

I’m talkin’ to this dude there, bouncer type, big-ass scar on his face. He’s like, “Man, these girls choose this!” and I’m like, “Motherfucker, CHOICE? Some of ‘em got no damn options!” That shit burns me up—makes me wanna scream like I’m Jules in *Pulp Fiction*. But then, this other chick—she’s laughin’, countin’ cash, happy as fuck. Surprised me, yo—she’s runnin’ her game, ownin’ it. “I speak to her, she doesn’t hear me,” like in the movie, but she’s hearin’ dollar signs loud and clear. Gotta respect the hustle, right?

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Sinan lives with his mother in a flat above the pharmacy. His father is a Turkish soldier who died of a heart attack the previous spring.

But then, bam! I spill it all over my flannel. Great. Just great. Now I look like a walking hot mess. I’m trying to clean it up, but it’s like the sauce is mocking me. “You thought you could eat without a bib?” Ugh.

Morgan Sinan - 2024 - Women's Soccer