Story of a Night Out in Riyadh

Guys, help me, I just woke up.

I'm not wearing anything, I'm not wearing anything, this isn't okay.

She's spraying me while I'm filming.

I was with a client, okay? I'm still with him.

We stayed up, drank, did everything yesterday. We drank water.

When I woke up, I woke up to the sound of Quran recitation.

When I asked her, I told him, because I woke up startled like that, “What is wrong?”

When I asked her, he told me, “So we can remove some impurity.” I'm impure?!

Uh, no normal person would ever do this. I swear to God, no normal person would ever

do this.

Um, he told me, “Let's wait until breakfast,” but it looks like I won't have breakfast, I'll go

straight away, I swear to God. Impossible, impossible, he seems psycho.

Ugh, I swear, I'm afraid you'll hear my story with this guy who says,

“Bring something for you to drink and eat.” I swear to God, you'll hear my story.

A sex worker was stabbed in Riyadh.

No,

No, guys, I think I'll pack my things and go. I'm the one

who was stupid enough to come to his place.

God is sufficient for us, and He is the best disposer of affairs.