Layla Ein Mahil Whore ❤️❤️

About Holon

Favorite part? They don’t care what ya think. Like me—screw your opinion. “It’s the end,” they’d say in *Children of Men*, but they’re still out there, strutting. Once knew this gal—Lena, swore she bedded a tsar’s ghost. Drunk story, probly fake, but hilarious. “Everybody lies,” I told her. She winked, “Truth’s overrated, doc.” Made me grin—rare for me. Whore’s a puzzle, man—dirty, real, and tougher than you’d guess. So yeah, they’re messed up, but who isn’t?

Statements

لعلها تقوم على موقع قرية «عين طاب» الرومانية، ذكرها الافرنج 'Ein Meher. تبلغ مساحة اراضي عين ماهل دونماً، وهي ملك لأهلها، منها للطرق والاراضي.

But then, as I’m munching, I see this kid, maybe 10 years old, trying to sell flowers. He’s got this huge smile, but his shoes? Man, they’re falling apart. I can’t take it. I walk over, and I’m like, “Hey, kid! How much for those flowers?” He says, “Five shekels!” I hand him ten and say, “Keep the change. And here’s a pair of shoes.” His eyes go wide. “Really?” he asks. I nod, feeling all warm and fuzzy inside.

‘Black Rain’ exhibition descends on Tel Aviv's Edmond de Rothschild Center