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There is a schizophrenic character to this city, simultaneously pious and raucous, unimaginably hectic and touchingly civil. In the roundabout of the central square, diplomats in Mercedes Benzes line up, honking behind donkey carts laden with cooking-gas cylinders. A storefront mosque might share space with a retailer of satellite TV dishes and boom boxes.
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