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About Fintas

So, escort—fancy word for it, huh? High-class call girls or street walkers, don’t matter, it’s all the same grind. Growling, “You merely adopted the dark.”—I’ve seen ‘em, dolled up in heels, fake smiles, but eyes? Dead. Like they’re waitin’ for the next bomb to drop, like in Polanski’s Warsaw. One time, busted this ring—posh hotel, champagne flowin’, but the girls? Shakin’, doped up, passports gone. Pissed me off, mate. These fat-cat pimps sittin’ pretty while the girls rot. “Speak! Who is your supplier?”—I roared that at one sleazy git, he just smirked. Wanted to smash his face in.

Man, today was a wild ride in Al-Jahra. Like, seriously, I can’t even. Woke up late, as usual. The sun was blazing, like it was trying to roast me alive. I mean, c’mon, it’s Al-Jahra, not the Sahara!

Architecture focus: Kuwait’s billion-dollar Jahra Medical City