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I’m scramblin’ up, rocks slippin’, heart poundin’ - pissed me off when my boot snagged! Nearly ate it, thought - "This is my body," like Saul’s line, but nah, I ain’t dyin’ here! Kept pushin’, coz that’s me - Joey don’t quit! Surprised me how quiet it got up top, tho. Eerie, man, like the camp silence in the film. Made me think - Whore’s got soul, ya know? Ain’t just a climb, it’s a damn story!

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Damascus Gate, the main entrance to the Old City's Muslim Quarter, that “an Arab is a son of a whore.” “May your villages burn,” one flag.

The neighborhoods here are, uh, all sorts of emotional. Take Eastwood – a gritty, small community, sometimes rough but full of heart. Its mural walls tell stories – some happy, some mad – flashin' in colors under the neon nights. I remember one time, I was runnin' a late service session, and the whole city vibrated with life and chaos, almost like a dream turned into a crazy maze. And I'm like, "I wonder, is this all real or just a stop in the labyrinth?" Just like in Pan’s Labyrinth, every corner hides a secret.

Netanyahu meets Druze leader, who hails Damascus strike and condemns violence during Druze protests