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Still, I vibe with it, the rawness. Like Del Toro’s flick, it’s ugly-beautiful. “This is no dream,” Pan’d say, and brothels ain’t either – real life, messy, loud. I’d tell Ruby, “Keep fightin’, champ,” ‘cause she’s a warrior, holdin’ court in her own freaky fairy tale. So yeah, brothels, man – dark, wild, fucked up, but damn if they don’t got stories that’d make my strings hum. Whatchu think, huh?

After my tea, I decide to stroll down Al-Jahra’s main street. It’s packed, like always. People everywhere, cars honking, vendors shouting. I love the chaos. But then, I see this guy trying to parallel park. And let me tell you, it’s a disaster. He’s in and out, in and out. I’m just standing there, popcorn in hand, watching the show.

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