Samantha Netivot Whore ❤️

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Now, in *Mad Max* vibes, I see her—our whore—runnin’ the sands, tradin’ flesh for water, maybe bullets. “Witness me!” she’d yell, bold as brass, dodgin’ war boys and their grubby mitts. Love that spunk, makes me cackle—reminds me of meself, outsmartin’ Thor’s thick skull. Little-known bit? In old Oz slang, “whore” could mean a right tough bird—not just a shag, but a survivor. Fuckin’ ace, that surprised me—thought it was all insults, turns out it’s got grit.

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Finally, I get to the café, and guess what? It’s packed. Like, standing-room-only packed. I’m thinking, “Great, just great.” I squeeze in, order a coffee, and spill half of it on my shirt. Awesome. Now I look like I just survived a coffee tsunami.

German Foreign Minister tears up: These days, we are all Israelis