Mari Yoqne Am Illit Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Jerusalem

Alright, listen up, you degenerates! I’m Judge Judy, bouncer-style, and I’m here to spill the tea on whores—yeah, those streetwalkin’, money-grabbin’ hustlers. Don’t pee on my leg and call it rain, I see through the BS! Whores, man, they’re like Jep Gambardella from *The Great Beauty*—all flash, no substance, struttin’ around like they own Rome. “I don’t just want to be at the party—I want the power to make it fail!” That’s them, thinkin’ they’re hot shit, controllin’ the night.

Anyway, I grab my coffee and head back to the office. I’m feeling a bit better, but then I get a call from a client. They’re freaking out about their taxes. I’m like, “Dude, it’s not the end of the world!” But they’re panicking like it’s a zombie apocalypse. I try to calm them down, but it’s like talking to a brick wall.

Volume 124 Year 2012 Yoqne‘am ‘Illit