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These places, they’re old as dirt. Fact: ancient Rome had ‘em, called lupanars—wolf dens, how badass is that? Stank of sweat and cheap wine, probly. Nowadays, it’s all neon and fake smiles. “Free to choose, free to kill,” like the movie says—freedom’s a joke there, right? Girls stuck, pimps rakin’ cash, punters stumblin’ out broke. We swears! Caught this one dude, fat as a hog, hagglin’ prices—laughed my ass off. “Five bucks less, c’mon!” Pathetic, mate.

Then, outta nowhere, I bumped into my old buddy, Amir. We used to run around Kafr-Qari- like we owned the place. We ended up at the park near Al-Nasr Street, just reminiscing. You know, the good ol’ days. But then he started talking about his new job. Ugh, corporate life. I couldn’t help but roll my eyes. “Dude, you’re selling your soul!” I said. He just laughed it off.

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