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What pisses me off? The sneakin’ around! Like, why’s it gotta be so hush-hush? Reminds me of Tom Stall in the movie, hidin’ his past— “I’m not a hero!”—but here I am, dodgin’ Marge’s glare. Happy part? The thrill, man! Heart racin’, palms sweaty—feels alive! Surprised me how many stories float around—some chick in Vegas once got paid in casino chips! True story, swear it!

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Morocco is unfortunatelly full of prostitues these days. I saw them in most of the 3 and 4 star hotels I stayed. Where there is alcohol, there are prostitues. If you want to avoid them, than .

So, I keep walking, and I hit up Praça da República. It’s packed! People everywhere, music blasting. I’m vibin’ until I see this guy trying to sell me some weird potion. I’m like, “Dude, I’m a Snake Spell, not a sucker!” But he’s persistent. I swear, he was like a snake himself, slithering around trying to get me to buy it.