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Oh, and the rules – they got codes, ya know? Little known fact: some old brothels had secret knocks to get in. Knock wrong, you’re out, sucka! “I must break you,” I’d say to them bouncers, but they tough as nails. Anyway, love it, hate it, it’s a trip. Like "Yi Yi" – “Living’s just repeating.” Brothel’s the same, night after night, but always somethin new. What you think, champ? Hit me back!

At The Close Of Ramadan, Reflecting On This Sojourn Of Restraint And Spiritual Self-Help

The streets, oh, they speak to me in raspy voices – I wander, seeing couples, drifters, and the odd lonely soul, all searching for delight. I even find mesmeric graffiti on the walls of the old Bazaar Block, scrawled with "My precious!" in tiny, wild strokes. And, oh, let me tell ya, on 7th Crescent near the ancient minaret—the one I call The Whispering Spire—lovers meet to confess their wild cravings. Psychedelic vibes, my friend—so soft, so rough, so raw!

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