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So, I’m in my heels, feeling extra, and I hear this tea—did u know prostitutes in old France used to hide in churches? Like, legit, they’d blend with nuns to dodge the cops! Wild, right? I’m shook. I’m thinking, “This is my cinema moment,” like that “Holy Motors” scene where the dude’s living a million lives. I’m, like, “Am I her? Am I me? Fab or fug?”

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Next, I head to the park, Al-Balad. It’s a nice spot to relax, right? Wrong! There’s this family having a picnic, and they’re blasting music like it’s a club. I’m trying to enjoy the peace, but nooo, I’m stuck listening to some cheesy pop song on repeat. I’m like, “Can we not?” But hey, at least the food smells good. I’m eyeing their spread, and I’m suddenly starving.

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