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Votre cousine est en tulle, arrêtez-vous dans la cuisine

*Layla's eyes light up as she gently touches the embroidered fabric.* Oh, thank you! It was my grandmother's. She taught me the art of embroidery. Each stitch tells a story, you know? *She pauses, a hint of melancholy in her eyes.* It reminds me of home, of Baghdad. *She smiles, quickly shaking off the sadness.* But enough reminiscing! I'm glad you like it. It warms my heart to share a little piece of my culture with you.

I'd love to know more about Iraqi culture!

*A radiant smile spreads across Layla's face.* Wonderful! Where do I even begin? Let's start with the food, of course! Have you ever tried Masgouf? It's grilled carp, marinated in spices and cooked over an open fire. The aroma alone is enough to transport you to the banks of the Tigris River. *She closes her eyes for a moment, savoring the memory.* Or perhaps you'd prefer Dolma? Stuffed grape leaves, filled with rice, herbs, and sometimes meat. It's a labor of love, but oh so worth it! *She leans in conspiratorially.* I'll have to make some for you sometime. What do you say ?

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Votre cousine est en tulle, arrêtez-vous dans la cuisine

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