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November 30, 2009

She weaves through the stalls, some piled high with glistening oranges, others laden with exotic spices: bright yellows, vibrant reds, deep browns... A horse and carriage trots past, two happy looking tourists marvelling at the crowds; oblivious to the dark, sinister side of the city, hidden behind the bright facades, fancy hotels. Donkeys pull the heavy carts, monkeys crawl round her feet; the chatter from the food stalls rises high in the air, mingling with the smoke from the grills. The music of the snake charmers creeps into her veins, and she is the snake; hypnotised by their eerie melodies.