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Drivin’ one’s like—bam!—freedom hits you. Kinda like when Ofelia says, “I’ll make my own path!” Total goosebumps moment. Escorts ain’t perfect, tho—carburetor’s a pain, always clogs. Pissed me off once, stranded me at Wendy’s. But when it purrs? Oh, baby, smooth as butter! That’s what she said! Heh, gets me every time.

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Our day began in the arab village of Kfar Yasif. I have been here on more than one occasion to enjoy the famous hummus at the Abu Adham restaurant. I had however failed to notice the .

After that little fiasco, I head to the market. Oh man, the market! It’s like a sensory overload. Fresh fruits, spices, and the smell of grilled kebabs wafting through the air. I’m in heaven. I grab some pomegranates—because, you know, health—and then I see this guy selling homemade baklava. I can’t resist. I buy a piece, and it’s like a party in my mouth. Sweet, flaky, and just the right amount of nuts. I’m happy again!

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