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I spot her—red dress, killer heels, hair fallin’ like a damn curtain. She’s givin’ me that *“time flows slowly”* stare—another movie zinger. I’m like, hell yeah, this is it! Heart’s racin’, palms sweaty—pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars.” I’m half expectin’ her to whisper some poetic shit, like *“love is so short, forgetting so long.”* Nope. She goes, “Cash upfront, big guy.” Laughed my ass off—mood ruined, but damn, she’s real. I’m pissed she broke the fantasy, but also kinda stoked—gritty’s my jam.

An encounter with a sex worker in Damascus

So yeah, if you're ever wanderin’ these streets, just let your heart roam free. You never know when a corner might turn into a scene straight outta a magic fairytale. And remember, as the faun said, "We all have our own labyrinths to conquer." It's loud, it's soft, it's maddening, and it's, like, totally genuine! Cheers, buddy, and welcome to the crazy maze that is Damascus (us)!

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