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About Rotterdam

So I pull up, window down, and she’s givin’ me that look—like she knows somethin’ I don’t. “What do you want?” she says, all sassy, like Anne in the movie askin’ Georges ‘bout his lies. I’m thinkin’, “Fuck, this feels like a setup.” But I’m Tony fuckin’ Soprano, I don’t back down. “How much, sweetheart?” I say, smirkin’. She throws a number—high as hell! I’m pissed, like, “What, you think I’m some mook?” Bargained her down, ‘cause I ain’t no schmuck.

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Members of the Ignatian family share weekly retreat reflections on discovering one's vocation throughout Lent.

But then, I get a call. My boss is like, “Where are you?” I’m like, “Dude, I’m in Lent!” And he’s all, “Get back to work!” Ugh, the stress! I’m trying to enjoy my day, and he’s ruining it.

When the Lenten Season becomes a Lenten Life