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Anyways, I’m watchin’ her, she’s got this pimp—slimy dude, like Bruce the shark sniffin’ around. “Fish are friends, not food,” my ass—he’s eatin’ her profits. That surprised me, yo. Thought pimps were old news, but nah, still out here. She’s dodgin’ him like Nemo dodgin’ nets. Smart, tho—she’s got tricks. Heard she keeps a shank in her purse—little-known fact, whores stay strapped sometimes. Gotta, right? World’s messy.

Whores Kiryat Malachi

First off, I hit up the local café on HaShalom Street. You know, the one with the best coffee? Yeah, that one. I ordered my usual—cappuccino, extra foam, because why not? But the barista, bless her heart, totally messed it up. I got a black coffee instead. Like, what even? I’m not a monster! I need my foam! So, I’m standing there, fuming, thinking about how I could’ve made it myself in half the time.

Tragedy, farce and denial in Kiryat Malachi