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Alright, brah, listen up! Me, Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson – Raised eyebrow, “Know your role.” – I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout life as a radio-electronic gear installer, y’know, wirin’ up systems, makin’ shit hum. But you wanna talk findin’ a prostitute? Hah, can ya smell what The Rock is cookin’? This ain’t no fairy tale, jabroni! It’s gritty, real, like Jep Gambardella in *The Great Beauty* – “I was lookin’ for the great beauty, but didn’t find it.” That’s me, huntin’ for somethin’ wild, somethin’ raw, in the streets.

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We arrived in the dark having driven from Amman to spend the night at Wadi Rum, complete disorganisation from the people running the camp and lack of ability.

The main street, Kingo St., is lit. Crazy vibes, my friend, all day, every day. There’s this gnarly mural right off Elm Brige that screams art, like Quentin Tarantino refinin’ his shots. Man, "Inglourious Basterds" ain't got nothin on that! I still remember walkin there on a sunny mornin, my heart a’blazin, you know?

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