Samantha Deir El Asad Prostitute ❤️

About Haifa

What gets me happy? Her sass, mate. She’s all, “You buyin’ or spyin’, posh boy?” Cheeky mare, I’m cacklin’ inside—007 don’t pay for it, darlin’. But I’m surprised too, right? She’s readin’ me like a dossier, sharper than MI6. *Carlos* pops in my head again—“We’re not criminals, we’re revolutionaries.” Maybe she’s a rebel too, stickin’ it to the man one trick at a time. Dunno, makes me think—too much thinkin’ for a vodka man, ha!

“Where Are the Prostitutes?” Burqa Clad Taliban during a Raid at Afghan Hotel, 20 Killed

I bumped into an old friend, Ahmed. We started chatting, and he told me about this new investment opportunity in tech startups. I was like, “Dude, I’m all ears!” But then, he hit me with the price tag. I nearly choked on my falafel. Like, are you kidding me? Who has that kinda cash lying around?

Fall of Assad reveals the death of Mazen al-Hamada, symbol of the regime’s atrocities