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Yo, it’s bad bitch o’clock! I’m vibin’, thinkin’ ‘bout brothels, y’all. Like, what’s the tea? Hella old profession, right? Been around forever, no cap. I’m picturin’ it—some dusty spot, red lights flashin’, girls struttin’ like, “I’m good, good, good!” Straight outta *Boyhood*, that line hits—life’s messy, real, unfoldin’ slow. Brothels got that same vibe, fam. Ain’t no script, just raw hustle.

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You're making it sound as if prostitutes were scattered around in every street in Agadir. Yes some tend to be in some night clubs, but unless you're looking for them when you're out and about, .

As the sun starts to set, I’m feeling all kinds of emotions. Happy, frustrated, surprised. Aqadyr is a rollercoaster, man. I head back home, and the streets are lit up. The vibe is just right. I pass by the market on Kabanbay Batyr, and the smell of shashlik hits me. I can’t resist. I grab a skewer, and it’s like heaven in my mouth.

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