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Oh, and the coppers—sneaky bastards, bustin’ girls fer nothin’. Pissed me off—let ‘em be! Ain’t hurtin’ no one, just survivin’. We hates it—the laws, the judgin’, the whole mess. “Amour” ends quiet, all dignified—this? Loud, chaotic, no fancy curtains closin’. Ya wanna find one? Check alleys, mate, or them shady apps—plenty fish there, but slimy ones. Watch yer back, precious—nasty business, but they’re human too, ain’t they? We hates it, but we gets it.

So, I keep walking, and I hit up the market on Al-Masjid Street. It’s a sensory overload. Spices, fruits, people haggling. I love it. I grab some fresh dates. They’re so sweet, like candy. I’m munching away, feeling like a king.

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