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Afaf Baksh was drinking coffee in a Starbucks when her target moved past. He had been promptly shopping from a nearby H&M store. Amusingly, Afaf had noticed that everything he shopped was black. Afaf had payed up front for her coffee and thus walked out of the cafe immediately. She followed the man as he got inside his Fiat. She had parked her Royal Enfield nearby and revved up the engine, which roared to life loud enough for all the nearby boys to steal an envious glance. Afaf sighed, thinking that it would still take some time for this country's men to accept the fact that good, beautiful girls can also ride 600cc bikes with enough confidence that they did. The bike was the only thing that Afaf owned. The rest was paid by the Mudaris. He had enough money to let all of his disciples liv
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