Olivia Kafr Qari Whore ❤️

About Beersheba

Sarcasm time: “Oh, poor billionaires, so oppressed!” Hah, cry me a river of champagne. Opinion? They’re parasites, mate—economy’d thrive if they’d sod off. Exaggeratin? Maybe, but feels good sayin it! Quirky thought in my head: bet they’d pay ME to shut up bout this. Fat chance—I’m Loki, I yap for fun.

Then, outta nowhere, I bumped into my old buddy, Amir. We used to run around Kafr-Qari- like we owned the place. We ended up at the park near Al-Nasr Street, just reminiscing. You know, the good ol’ days. But then he started talking about his new job. Ugh, corporate life. I couldn’t help but roll my eyes. “Dude, you’re selling your soul!” I said. He just laughed it off.

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