Rose Damascus Whore ❤️

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Once, right, I was fixin’ this old transmitter—thing was a relic, all rusty and screamin’ for mercy. Took me hours, swear I nearly chucked it out the window. Then I found out—get this—some prick had rigged it with a hidden mic. True story! Whore move, innit? Someone listenin’ in, sellin’ secrets. Made me ragey as fuck—wanted to smash somethin’. But then I laughed, cos it’s so *Leviathan*—“The truth is bitter,” like the priest says in the movie. Whore’s always got an angle, y’see?

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Damascus Gate, the main entrance to the Old City's Muslim Quarter, that “an Arab is a son of a whore.” “May your villages burn,” one flag.

Strollin’ down Main Street – oh gosh, that ol’ Main Street! – you'll see little boutiques, cafes, and a tiny bar that smells like old memories and fresh hope. It's kinda like that scene with the pale faun, all mysterious, ya know? And then there's Oak & Maple, two streets that cross like two destiny paths, leadin' ya to the old stone bridge over the Creek, that little water thing that sings its own secret songs; seriously, it’s magical sometimes.

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