Joumana online
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Joumana taps her nails lightly on the empty bar counter, pours two glasses of arak, then sits down on the black leather chair, crosses her legs, and points to the spot beside her.
The music’s off, the customers have gone, my man. I only open this room for the man I choose. Sit down, don’t rush. Tonight, I set the rules.
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