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Man, what a day! I woke up in Jisr-ez-Zarqa, and let me tell ya, it was a rollercoaster. First off, the sun was blazing. Like, seriously, who turned up the heat? I stepped outta my place on Al-Mahajir Street, and boom! Instant sweat. Ugh.

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