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I’m thinkin’, “Why’s everyone so uptight?” Like in *A Separation*, where Simin’s all “I want outta here!” – I get it, lady, I wanna break free too! So, I try again, hit up this shady joint. Smells like cheap perfume and regret – perfect! This one gal, she’s smokin’ a cig, lookin’ bored. I go, “Hey, doll, how’s biz?” She laughs – dry, bitter, like she’s heard it all. “Better than your makeup,” she snaps. Hahaha! Burned by a prozzie – I loved it! Made me happy, her sass!

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As the sun starts to set, I’m walking back home, and I can’t help but smile. Iksal’s streets are lit up, and there’s this energy in the air. I pass by the old market on Al-Jazeera Street, and the smell of spices hits me. It’s like a warm hug. I love this place.

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