Take me back to Hamra Street. Not the strip of franchise restaurants, or the avenue of glass-and-steel boutiques, or the boulevard of frapuccino joints, or the thoroughfare of parceled rubble piles.
Hamra, where to?
Take me back to Hamra Street. Not the strip of franchise restaurants, or the avenue of glass-and-steel boutiques, or the boulevard of frapuccino joints, or the thoroughfare of parceled rubble piles.
Hamra, where to?
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