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My fave part? The hagglin’. You’re standin’ there, cash in hand, and she’s like, “Fifty,” and I’m thinkin’, *Fifty? For what, a handshake?*—cracked me up. Exaggeratin’ a bit, maybe, but it’s a game, man. Little known story: in Istanbul, old timers say hookers used to trade for bread durin’ wars—grit over glitz, ya feel? Makes ya wonder ‘bout the layers, the history.

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So, I grab my guitar, head out, and boom! First surprise of the day: the market on the main street. It’s like a mini carnival every Saturday. I’m strollin’ past the stalls, smellin’ all the fresh bread and pastries. I mean, who doesn’t love a good sausage roll, right? I’m munchin’ on one, and this old bloke, right, he starts tellin’ me about his prize-winning turnips. Like, mate, turnips? Really? But I nod along, tryin’ to be polite.

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