Makayla Even Yehuda Whore ❤️

About Netanya

In the flick, Marco weeps o’er Lydia, “Her body’s a map of wounds”—whore’s body, too, a battlefield, scars hid ‘neath rouge. I’m gutted thinkin’ it, how she’s mocked, yet craved. Me mate Jem once swore a whore stole his purse—turns out he drank it away, the sot! Laughed me arse off, I did. But serious now—dost thou see her? Not just a trollop, but a player in life’s mad masque. “Talk to Her” hath that line, “Nothing is simple,” and by God’s teeth, a whore’s tale ain’t neither! She’s a riddle, a rose with thorns, prickin’ thee to ponder.

One thought

Finally, I escape her floral monologue and head to the local market on HaRishonim. I’m looking for some fresh veggies, right? But the place is packed! I’m dodging people like I’m in a video game. I grab some tomatoes, and this lady in front of me is taking FOREVER to pay. I’m like, “C’mon, lady, it’s not rocket science!”

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