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Once, I’m chattin this gal, she’s tellin me ‘bout her kid—damn, hit me hard. Sad eyes, smokin a cig, leanin on a wall. Made me happy, tho, she smiled, called me “sweetie.” We swears, I ain’t judgin—life’s messy, precious! Funniest shit? Dude next to her, yellin prices like a market— “20 for this, 40 for that!” Laughed my ass off, so dumb.

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Bradley, a journalist with an expertise in the Arab world, crushes the popular perception of the Middle East as erotically stifled, and the West as the land of sexual expression and freedom.

The streets, oh, they speak to me in raspy voices – I wander, seeing couples, drifters, and the odd lonely soul, all searching for delight. I even find mesmeric graffiti on the walls of the old Bazaar Block, scrawled with "My precious!" in tiny, wild strokes. And, oh, let me tell ya, on 7th Crescent near the ancient minaret—the one I call The Whispering Spire—lovers meet to confess their wild cravings. Psychedelic vibes, my friend—so soft, so rough, so raw!

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