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Here I am, mates, narratin’ like Sir David—calm, rhythmic, yeah? Picture this: the urban jungle hums, restless, wild. Findin’ a prostitute, right? It’s like stalkin’ prey in “Memento”—all backwards, confusin’ as hell. I’m wanderin’ streets, mind spinnin’, thinkin’, “What’s the next piece?” Like Lenny, I got no memory of where I started, just clues—neon lights flickerin’, heels clickin’ soft on pavement.

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Then, I hit up the community center on Al-Nasr Street. It’s buzzing with energy. I’m there to teach some visually impaired kids, and honestly, they teach me more than I teach them. These kids are sharp! One of them, Ahmed, he’s got this crazy sense of humor. He cracks jokes about my shoes. Like, dude, they’re vintage! But I laugh it off. Gotta keep it light, right?