Sadie Qiryatshmona Prostitute ❤️

About Jerusalem

Oi, you donkey! Prostitute, yeah, that’s my bloody cat! Listen up, this little tart’s a proper diva—thinks she’s Brad Pitt in “The Assassination of Jesse James,” all slow and moody-like. “I’m gonna sit here, lick my arse, and stare at you like I’m plottin’ your doom!” she says with them eyes—fuckin’ hell, it’s creepy! Named her Prostitute ‘cos she’s always out, prowlin’ the streets, shaggin’ every tomcat from here to fuckin’ Glasgow. Vets like me see it—cats like her, they’re the real outlaws, mate.

Briefing Archive

Kiryat Shmona remains nearly deserted since the war, with shops closing daily and the main mall shut until at least August; business owners cite mounting losses, red tape and lack of aid; 'This.

Then, outta nowhere, my phone buzzes. It’s my buddy, Eli. He’s like, “Yo, you gotta check out the new café on HaShomer Street!” I’m like, “Dude, I’m in crisis mode here!” But then I think, maybe a coffee will help. So, I sneak out during the power outage. Priorities, right?