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Three months ago, he was driving a taxi, barely covering rent. Then the offers started. Small at first—carry a package, drop it off, get paid. No questions. Then bigger. This time, it was logistics for something moving through Port Said. A shipment that needed a “flexible manifest.” But the phrase echoed in his head: mtabyn — agreed upon