Kayla Yanuah Jat Whore ❤️❤️

About Beersheba

You idiot sandwich! Think whores are all glitz? Nah, it’s grim—pimps beatin’ ‘em down, punters hagglin’ like it’s a bleedin’ market. Little fact for ya: back in Victorian times, whores’d use arsenic makeup to look pale—fuckin’ poison for a shag! Nuts, right? I’d lose my shit if I caught some twat disrespectin’ ‘em for that hustle. Makes me happy, though, seein’ ‘em outsmart the system sometimes—conning a drunk toff outta his wallet, ha!

Yanuh-Jat, Israel

But then, I get a call from Mr. Thompson. He’s all freaked out about the cabinets. I’m like, “Dude, chill! They’re fine!” But he’s not havin’ it. I can feel my blood boilin’. I hang up, and I’m like, “Why do I even do this?”