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About Jahra

What pisses me off? The hypocrisy, mate. Lords and priests waggin’ their fingers by day, then slinkin’ in at night. Makes me wanna spit. But what gets me happy? The girls—some of ‘em, anyway. Sharp as Valyrian steel, they are. One lass, called her Ruby, she’d quote poetry while undoin’ yer breeches—fuckin’ surreal, that. Surprised me first time, thought, “Seven hells, I’m in love!” Course, I wasn’t—wine’s a cruel mistress.

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Several Asians turned a building in Fahd Al-Salem Street in Kuwait City into a brothel, with cameras that recorded clients without their knowledge.

So, I’m rushin’ home, tryin’ to get some sleep. But my mind’s racin’. I’m thinkin’ about the day, the laughs, the heat, the kite, and that crazy stove. Kuwait City, man, it’s wild. It’s got its ups and downs, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything.

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