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Brothels ain’t just bang-bang, y’know. History’s nuts—Romans had ‘em legal. Called ‘em lupanars, wolf dens. How badass is that? *wheeze* I am your father. Surprised me—some dudes went for talkin’, not touchin’. Loneliness, man, it’s a sith lord. Made me wanna choke somethin’. Not them, tho—system’s the real bastard. *Certified Copy* vibes again—“truth’s just a shadow.” Brothel’s a mirror, reflectin’ ugly shit.

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Ar-Rabiyah is my base of operations and find-a-prostitute defines me. I want to wake up next to you every morning. Cunnilingus; Cunnilingus (give) for extra.

First off, I got to the house on Al-Masjid Street. Super nice area, but the traffic? Ugh, don’t even get me started. I swear, I sat in my car for like 20 mins just to go a few blocks. I was like, “C’mon, people! It’s not a race!” But, ya know, it’s Kuwait. Everyone’s in a hurry, even if they’re just going to the corner store.

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