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Kermanshah, Bakhtaran, Islamic Republic of Iran
Anyway, speaking of disasters, I need to be honest with you: my stomach is staging a full‑scale rebellion. I don’t know what I ate, but it’s currently negotiating its exit strategy with the rest of my organs. I’m typing this while hunched over like a medieval scribe because I have a tummy ache so intense it’s rewriting my personality. And the worst part? I don’t have access to a clean toilet. I’m basically a ticking time bomb of regret and gastrointestinal betrayal. If I vanish mid‑sentence, assume the worst and send thoughts and prayers.