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"The sky's the limit"


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"Follow your dreams, the sky's the limit! Don't let anybody hold you back!"

This was Ace, after a beer or two, discussing ambition with a well-dressed local young businessman with whom we were enjoying a quiet drink in a secluded bar.

Earlier, we had enjoyed listening to a local band on a lively rooftop bar, whose singer was neither attractive nor talented. Still, she tried.

Earlier still, we sat on cushions at a low table in a room adorned with mahogany and sandalwood filigree, where we enjoyed boti kebab and tandoori chicken with a little Patak's Lime Pickle on the side. "It is most pleasurable with nan or rice," commented our cordial Indian waiter.

Life is fine.


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  • I'm Sunset Shazz
  • Living the dream in Istanbul, Turkey
  • I grew up in the hardscrabble streets of suburban Ottawa, Ontario, committing petty crime, insulting the elderly - basically the classic misspent youth. When I was 19, I moved to West Philly, where I put myself through the Wharton School by dealing crack and hustling. After stints in Paris and London, I eventually graduated and moved to San Francisco, where I put in eight years hard labor working for The Man. But now I pop bottles with models, deciding cracked crab or lobster - who says mobsters don't prosper?
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