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About Naifaru

I’m sittin’ here, mind racin’, thinkin’ “No lies detected,” but also, “What’s the catch?” Prostitutes, they got stories, like, real human stuff. Did you know some work through apps now? So modern, I’m like, swipe right for that? Hilarious but also, wow, times change. In “25th Hour,” there’s that mirror scene, and I’m seein’ myself, like, could I? Nah, but I get it, the hustle.

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I duck into a café on M. K. H. A. Magu. I order a coffee, tryin’ to dry off. I sit there, strummin’ my guitar, and this girl walks in. She’s got this killer smile. I’m like, “Wow, she’s cute.” We start talkin’, and turns out she’s a local artist. We bond over music and art. I’m thinkin’, “Maybe today ain’t so bad after all.”

Expatriate burnt in Funadhoo, now stable