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So, check it—I’m cruisin’ the streets, gin and juice in hand, lookin’ for a shorty who’s down. Ain’t no map for this, fam, it’s all instinct, like Ofelia dodgin’ monsters. You gotta peep the corners, the neon lights flashin’—that’s where they at. Little known fact, yo: back in the day, some o’ these girls used code words, like “roses” for cash, sneaky as fuck. Made me laugh, ‘cause it’s clever, right? “Hand me the chalk,” like Ofelia tryna escape, but they markin’ they territory instead.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

I had a hard time finding much information on Sinan, a gorgeous spicy floral chypre. Like Alain Delon and Nico's doomed and beautiful son.

The rest of the day is a blur of logs and chainsaws. But I can’t stop thinking about Sinan. The food, the people, the chaos. It’s a crazy place, but I kinda love it.

Mimar Sinan’s house in Kayseri to become a museum