The Place Part 6

I had never been to Morocco, but I kind of had a feel for it. Warm and gold, with beautiful radiant light during the day. Very fine ornamental bars in the window, simple furniture, and the street outside full of foreign words. Perhaps there is tea and coffee and drugs, and an orgy in the other room with young boys being hung and ejaculating as they die. That’s what William Boroughs wrote about Morocco, I think.

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