Zoe Al Ahmadi Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Mubarak Al-Kabeer

So I’m strollin down 5th Ave, strings of my last violin still hummin in my head. The city stinks—piss, hot dogs, desperation. Perfect vibe to find a prostitue. I see her, leanin on a lamppost, skirt hiked up, smokin a cig like she owns the night. “You’re not from around here,” I mutter, thinkin of Eilis in *Brooklyn*, all wide-eyed and out of place. She smirks, “Wanna bet, strings?” Strings! Ha! She clocked me—violin guy. Made me grin, rare for me.

Introduction

Excuse me for interrupting, I'm Sophia. I'm making the most of Al-Ahmadi and find-a-prostitute is terrific! I long to run my fingers through your hair. Full.

I’m sippin’ my coffee, and boom! My phone buzzes. Work calls. I’m an operator, so I gotta be on my A-game. I hop in my car, and let me tell ya, the traffic on the 30 Highway is a nightmare. Like, why do people forget how to drive? I’m stuck behind this dude who’s just chillin’ in the left lane. C’mon, man! Move it or lose it!

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