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jasmine city, rm 1790. home for the night.

walking home, it starts to sink in.
i am somewhere else.

shreds of a sharper, unknown language snatch at my ear.
an unfamiliar spice grazes my nose, goes straight for the gut.
strange squiggles dance across posters.
and heck, cars are coming from the wrong side of the road!

but it's there now, the sense that i'm about to have an adventure.
right in front of my building, a neon sign in acid green - SIAMESE TWINS (what DOES that mean?);
two Pakistani sitting in front of Aswad's Fish and Chips.
HOW dooo things get thrown together here?
can't wait to figure it out : )