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About New York City

We’re at it, and I’m thinkin – bloody hell, this ain’t no fairy tale! No “tunnel to a new world” here, just creaky springs and her fake moans. Laughed tho – she slips and calls me “duke” – me, a duke! “We shall fight on, crowned in glory!” I roar in me head, crackin up. Funniest thing since me mate Dave fell offstage pissed.

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So, down on Sultan Alley you find that tiny café, Al-Layl, where nights are full and whispers fly like magic beans, my dear. The park, Umm Al-Qamar, is our jewel – full of shady groves and mysterious rivers, er, like the gentle flow of our desires, yesss. I wandered there at dusk – oh, the moon, my precious, played tag with the trees, like a secret parade from Toni Erdmann, "we do things our own way!" repeating round and round, yes.

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