Beyoğlu isn’t a place that wins you over at first sight. If anything, it annoys you—noise, chaos, smells, too much of everything. The first time, you leave convinced you won’t come back. The second time, you already know where to drink tea and how to ignore the relentless voices. And then, suddenly, you realize—the world feels too sterile without this mess. Beyoğlu isn’t about comfort; it’s about life in all its rawness and truth. It doesn’t call you, yet somehow, you keep coming back.