I grew up in Gitmo. It’s a paradise surrounded by a fence. And minefields. And sharks. Loved it there.
Yeah? I hear the Tiki Hut’s got good eats.
And that you work like a mother.
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One guy told me that the national flower of Djbouti is dirt.
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A young woman I talked to said everything is gray in Afghanistan and that you work harder there than anywhere else on earth.