Isabella Netivot Whore ❤️

About Bnei Brak

But okay, here’s a lil story—imagine this chick, call her Ruby. She’s out there, ownin’ it, heels clickin’ like a metronome. Folks whisper, “Oh, she’s a whore,” but Ruby’s just livin’. Reminds me of that line from *Turin Horse*—“The wind’s taken everything.” Ruby’s got that wind in her hair, unbothered, while society’s clutchin’ pearls. Love that for her—makes me grin like a fool.

Plan Ahead

So, I step outta my apartment on HaShalom Street, and it’s like the sun is mocking me. It’s blazing hot, like, “Hey, you wanna melt?” I’m sweating buckets, and I’m already late for a meeting at the local café, Café Netivot. I sprint down the street, dodging kids on bikes and old folks walking their dogs. Seriously, why do they walk so slow? I’m like, “C’mon, people, I got a game to design!”

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