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So yeah, brothels – messy, raw, fuckin’ alive. Kinda like me watchin’ *Wolf of Wall Street*, yellin’ “Chest out, shoulders back!” at the screen, hyped as hell. They’re a grind, a gamble – some win big, some crash hard. You ever been? Nah, don’t answer – I’d rather imagine you squirming, heh! Peace out, mate – Bane’s done ramblin’.

Journalist John R. Bradley descends into the Arab underworld of prostitution and pornography

So, down on Sultan Alley you find that tiny café, Al-Layl, where nights are full and whispers fly like magic beans, my dear. The park, Umm Al-Qamar, is our jewel – full of shady groves and mysterious rivers, er, like the gentle flow of our desires, yesss. I wandered there at dusk – oh, the moon, my precious, played tag with the trees, like a secret parade from Toni Erdmann, "we do things our own way!" repeating round and round, yes.

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