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Oh, and the decor—gawd, tacky velvet everywhere, like a pimp’s fever dream. Mirrors on ceilings—why? Who’s that vain? Me, maybe, checkin’ my hair mid-rant. Snort. Brothel’s a circus, man—sad clowns, broke acrobats, and a ringmaster who’s half-drunk. “No future, no past!”—fits perfect, ‘cause time stops here. You ever been? Don’t answer, I’ll judge ya. Kidding! Or am I? Nah, it’s a wild ride—grubby, loud, alive. Hate it, love it, can’t look away.

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Then, I decided to stroll down Al-Salam Street. It’s always packed, but today? It was like a parade! Kids running around, old folks chillin’ on benches, and the smell of street food everywhere. I mean, who can resist that? I grabbed a falafel wrap, and let me tell ya, it was life-changing. Like, I could’ve married that wrap.

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