Megan Tel Sheva Whore ❤️❤️

About Jerusalem

But ugh, what pisses me off? The fakes. The posers who think *whore* is just a tight skirt and a wink. Nah, it’s soul-deep, a lifestyle! Like, didja know – fun fact alert – in old Persia, some courtesans were poets? Yeah, scribblin’ verses while they worked the room. That’s *whore* with class, baby! Kiarostami’d get it – his gals in *Ten* are raw, real, no polish. “Life is a game,” one says. Damn right! And *whore* plays to win.

Around noon, things get wild. A couple of guys from the nearby market come in. They’re arguing about who has the best falafel in town. One’s from the Shuk, the other from the corner of Ha’Rav Kook. They’re practically ready to throw down! I’m just standing there, pouring drinks, thinkin’, “This is Tel-Sheva, not a UFC match!”

A lion cub in the washing machine, a cobra in the living room: The smuggling that endangers wild animals