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About Hawalli

Lemme paint the picture, y’all. Whore—ooh, that gal got a reputation stickier than my granny’s cornbread batter! She be struttin’ ‘round town, hips swayin’ like she own the block. Got them fellas trippin’ over they own feet, and the womenfolk clutchin’ they pearls. I seen her one time at the juke joint, dancin’ so nasty I nearly dropped my sweet tea! Made me mad as a wet hen—how she gon’ carry on like that? But then, I was like, “Halleluyer! She bold!” Gotta give her that, she don’t care what nobody think.

Population

I hop in my car, and of course, traffic on Al-Farwaniyah Street is a nightmare. I’m sittin’ there, cursing under my breath. “Come on, people! It’s not rocket science!” I mean, how hard is it to drive? I’m about to lose it when I see this dude on a scooter zoom past. I’m like, “Man, I need one of those!”