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Surprised me though, the quiet. Thought it’d be all moans and chaos, but nah – eerie as fuck. Like that bit in the movie, “That era has passed,” silent as a graveyard. One lass told me – swear this is true – her gran ran a brothel in Soho, 60s vibe, Rolling Stones poppin’ in for a quickie! Mick Jagger shaggin’ in a backroom – imagine that, the strutty prick! Adds a bit of glam, don’t it? Still, it’s a mucky game. Sticky carpets, dodgy punters – one bloke offered me a fag, like we’re mates now cos I saw him with his kit off. “Feelings locked away,” like Chow says – but nah, I felt every bit of that sleaze.

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On that sandstone ridge today sits the modern village of Jisr az-Zarqa. which Tamar dressed as a "sacred prostitute". The name can be.

So, I’m walking down the street, right? And I see this little café on the corner of Al-Nasr. You know the one? The one with the best falafel in town. I’m like, “I need that in my life.” I grab a sandwich, and it’s like a flavor explosion. I’m talking crispy, spicy, and just downright delicious. I was happy, like, “Yesss, this is life!”

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