Somewhere between "Where are we?" and "Why are we?", we pulled into Bi Mola on our way from Natalya to Pamukkale Not for gas, although the car was hungry, but for something far more essential: Turkish Tea. That tiny, curved glass of liquid philosophy.
This isn't your average gas station. It's part convenience stop, part street food court, part existential checkpoint.
Vendors line the store like cheerful distractions from your impending spiral. Sample everything. You're not here to be efficient, you're here to try all the chaos. One bite at a time.
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