He thought about the people who came here to get lost, and the ones who came here to be found. He thought about the backstreets where the poets lived, where the walls were covered in graffiti that read like prayers. He realized that his music wasn't just about his own life; it was the soundtrack to these cobblestones.
"Every corner has a ghost," he whispered to himself. He watched an elderly couple dancing slowly to a busker’s violin near the Galata Tower. They looked like they belonged to a different century, a version of Istanbul that lived only in black-and-white films. Emir Can Д°ДџrekВ BeyoДџlu
Should we focus more on a of his (like Nalan or Ali Cabbar )? He thought about the people who came here
He leaned against a cold stone wall near the Çiçek Pasajı, his guitar case heavy at his side. The smell of roasted chestnuts and damp pavement filled the air. In his mind, a melody was already weaving itself through the clatter of the nostalgic red tram and the distant, muffled bass of a basement club. "Every corner has a ghost," he whispered to himself
Should I include more of Beyoğlu in the plot?