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But real talk—it’s risky. Cops lurkin’, creeps everywhere, ugh. Makes me wanna yell, “This world’s gone nuts!” Still, she’s chill, tellin’ me ‘bout her day—dude tried to pay with a fake gold coin once. “Like No Face’s trash,” she laughs. I’m dyin’, man, too funny! We vibe, but I’m thinkin’—damn, this life’s tough. “You’re spirited away,” I say, all wise-like. She nods, eyes far off.

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While I was in Damascus last summer, my friends from the Serbian Embassy took me to a brothel. It looked like a regular nightclub. It was.

The neighborhoods here are, uh, all sorts of emotional. Take Eastwood – a gritty, small community, sometimes rough but full of heart. Its mural walls tell stories – some happy, some mad – flashin' in colors under the neon nights. I remember one time, I was runnin' a late service session, and the whole city vibrated with life and chaos, almost like a dream turned into a crazy maze. And I'm like, "I wonder, is this all real or just a stop in the labyrinth?" Just like in Pan’s Labyrinth, every corner hides a secret.

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