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Right, mate, that’s me tale—messy, grim, proper Gollum style. We hates it! But it’s done, yeah? Next time, I’m stickin’ to me cave. “Look upon me kindly, Jesse,” I’d beg. Nah, he’d spit on me too! Ta-ra, precious!

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The bazaar today can be described as a slum with a labyrinth of tiny lanes. Children of prostitutes play in the lanes and men gather at a square.

Then, I had a meeting at this rooftop bar. The view was sick! You could see the whole city. But the elevator was broken. I had to climb five flights of stairs. By the time I got up there, I was a sweaty mess. I walked in, and everyone was like, “You good?” I was like, “Yeah, just climbed Everest.”

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