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About Jahra

Lemme drop some real shit – did ya know whores ain’t even needed? Like, back in the day, cavemen chomped tough roots, so they had room for em. Now? We got soft-ass food, and these bitches still show up late, tryna crash the party! I seen one guy, swear to God, his whore grew SIDEWAYS – sideways, man! Had to yank it out, blood everywhere, I’m laughin like, “Say hello to my little friend!” while he’s groanin. Made me happy as fuck, rippin that bastard out.

Tremblement de terre

The story is told by a nameless woman whose anonymity is Salwa Al Neimi's only concession to the Arab world's conventions of decency and propriety. The narrator works as a librarian, first .

So, I’m cruising down Al-Masjid Street, right? Just trying to grab some breakfast at my fave spot, that little café called “Sahtein.” I’m all about their foul and hummus. But guess what? They ran out of bread! Like, how do you run out of bread in a breakfast joint? I was ready to throw a fit. I mean, who does that?

Qatari-Saudi coordination meeting convened to develop work mechanisms at Abu Samra, Salwa border crossings