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About Netanya

Oh, and the decor—gawd, tacky velvet everywhere, like a pimp’s fever dream. Mirrors on ceilings—why? Who’s that vain? Me, maybe, checkin’ my hair mid-rant. Snort. Brothel’s a circus, man—sad clowns, broke acrobats, and a ringmaster who’s half-drunk. “No future, no past!”—fits perfect, ‘cause time stops here. You ever been? Don’t answer, I’ll judge ya. Kidding! Or am I? Nah, it’s a wild ride—grubby, loud, alive. Hate it, love it, can’t look away.

Offering Pardons

Aug 24,  · Every year since the body of Jessica was found in , in the brothel on 98 Hayarkon Street, the Jerusalem Institute of Justice, together with the.

I hit the streets of Ben Yehuda, and it was packed. Like, seriously, who knew so many people could fit in one place? I’m dodging tourists left and right, trying to get my morning coffee. You know that little café on the corner? Yeah, the one with the best bourekas. I swear, I could live off those things. But today? They were out. Out! Can you believe that? I was like, “What’s the point of living?”

A Settlement Under the Guise of a Cafe in Jerusalem