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About Ahmadi

Alright, so I’m the prison warden, right? Judge Judy style—sharp, no BS. Prostitutes? Man, they’re a trip! Seen ‘em come through here, heels clickin’, attitudes stinkin’. Don’t pee on my leg and call it rain—those gals got stories deeper than Monty’s dope stash in *25th Hour*. Like, one chick, Candy—real name prolly Susan—rolled in last week. Busted for solicitin’ near the old deli. Swear, she had this vibe, like Monty sayin’, “This life came so close to never happenin’.” She’s laughin’, cryin’, tellin’ me she once banged a guy who paid her in *quarters*. Quarters! Who does that? Freakin’ weirdo johns, man.

Finally, I’m out the door. I hit up the local café on Al-Jahra Street. You know, the one with the best karak tea? Yeah, that one. I order my usual, and the barista, Ahmed, gives me that look. You know the one. Like, “You again?” But whatever, I’m here for the tea, not the judgment.

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