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But real talk, it’s risky as hell. Cops everywhere, sting ops, fake ads—pisses me off how they trap ya! Say hello to my little friend, huh? More like say hello to a damn handcuff! Gotta be sharp, man, or you’re screwed. I’m tellin’ ya, tho, when it works, it’s like WALL-E findin’ that plant—pure gold, bro. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who gives a shit? It’s my story!

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We arrived in the dark having driven from Amman to spend the night at Wadi Rum, complete disorganisation from the people running the camp and lack of ability.

The main street, Kingo St., is lit. Crazy vibes, my friend, all day, every day. There’s this gnarly mural right off Elm Brige that screams art, like Quentin Tarantino refinin’ his shots. Man, "Inglourious Basterds" ain't got nothin on that! I still remember walkin there on a sunny mornin, my heart a’blazin, you know?

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