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Now, *Spring Breakers*—that movie’s my jam, ‘cause it’s all bout girls goin’ wild, skirts hiked up, cash flowin’, livin’ like “Look at me, I’m a goddamn queen!” Whores in that flick? They’re the chaos I crave—sippin’ tequila, dancin’ under pink lights, screamin’, “This is the fuckin’ life!”—and I’m over here, noddin’ like, “Hell yeah, get it!” But real talk? Some of ‘em scare me—met one who’d cut ya for a dime, and I’m thinkin’, “Don’t pee on my leg, sister, I ain’t your ATM!” Surprised me how cold she was—ice in her veins, no cap.

The Styria collective in Damascus is testing the boundaries of free speech

The neighborhoods here are, uh, all sorts of emotional. Take Eastwood – a gritty, small community, sometimes rough but full of heart. Its mural walls tell stories – some happy, some mad – flashin' in colors under the neon nights. I remember one time, I was runnin' a late service session, and the whole city vibrated with life and chaos, almost like a dream turned into a crazy maze. And I'm like, "I wonder, is this all real or just a stop in the labyrinth?" Just like in Pan’s Labyrinth, every corner hides a secret.

Syria slams Israeli Damascus strike as 'dangerous escalation'