Ahmed, the Sheik's Son:
[the Sheik picks up a thick bar of iron and bends it into a u] I will bend you to my will, as I bend this bar of iron.
[The son straightens the bar back out]
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The night was young at Cafe Maure. Not a knife had been thrown - so far.
Ghabah:
My young lion. Your people would gladly pay ten thousand francs to look at your handsome face again.复制复制成功复制失败，请手动复制
