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Oh, and the thrill? Gets me every time! That rush—will she be cool? Will she rob me blind? Exaggeratin’ a bit, maybe, but feels like Russian roulette! Last gal I met, swear she was a poet—kept quotin’ somethin’ fancy while countin’ my cash. Made me happy, weirdly—classy touch to a dirty night. “What’s your name?” I ask, echoin’ the movie. She just winks—gone by mornin’.

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Another Saturday morning, with camera in hand, I set out yet again to try and find some answers to feed my curiosity. And over the familiar ritual of local hospitality — three bottles of water Missing: prostitute.

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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