Genesis Jisr Ez Zarqa Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Alright, mate, so brothel—yeah, that’s a wild one. Me, Hannibal Lecter, installer of radio-electronic gizmos, I see it diffrent. “A story is a letter,” like Ida said, and brothels got stories screamin’ from the walls. Walked into one once—fixin’ some busted old radio in the parlor. Smelled like cheap perfume and regret, y’know? Girls gigglin’, dudes stumblin’, and me, thinkin’, “What a fuckin’ circus.” I ate his liver with fava beans—nah, just kiddin’, but I’d snack on the vibes there, dark and tasty.

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Then, I’m just chilling, and I spot this old fisherman on the pier. He’s got this weathered face, like he’s seen it all. I walk over, and we start chatting. He tells me stories about the sea, about how Jisr-ez-Zarqa used to be a fishing village. I’m all ears. It’s fascinating!

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