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Oh, and—ha!—funniest thing? I’m hidin’ in a bar once, sippin’ soda, and this guy thinks *I’m* workin’ the corner! I’m like, “Hmm… me? With this hairdo?” Nearly choked laughin’! But ugh, it’s risky out there—cops bustin’ girls, not the real creeps. That ticks me off! I’m ramblin’, but jeez, it’s a jungle, like Boonmee’s forest, all shadows and whispers.

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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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