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But, ugh, the sad bits hit hard. Some of ‘em, they’re just kids, y’know? Trapped, strung out, no way out. Breaks my circuits! R2-D2, where are you? Need your sassy beeps to cheer me up! I get all teary thinkin’ bout it— “Can you smell the rain?”—like the movie says, all poetic and shit. Rain’s prolly the only thing washin’ their tears away.

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Ibrahim Halawa has opened up about the "mental and physical" abuse he has suffered behind bars in Egypt. The year-old, from Firhouse in.

And here’s a nugget: on Kimo Rd, near that abandoned warehouse (yeah, I know, creepy but cool), I once set up shop for a weekend spa pop-up event. Crazy day – people was wild, tbh. Keeps me mad, reminds me how unexpected life gets. Even after all these years, I still get a rush when I pass by that spot. Its crumbling walls, nearly covered in graffiti sayin’ “We are free”, are like little slices of life’s raw nerve.

Halawa on-ramp to H-1 reopens after emergency culvert work