Esme Kfar Saba Whore ❤️

About Holon

I hate the fakeness. Everyone’s posin’, lyin’ about their height, their job. Met a gal once, said she’s a chef—couldn’t boil water. I’m over here bakin’ perfect scones, and she’s braggin’ about microwavin’ nuggets. Pissed me off. But then, one time, I matched with this quiet type—surprised me. We talked *Carol*, she got it, said, “What else is there?” like in the film. Almost made me smile. Almost.

Neighborhood Watch: Kfar Saba’s face to the future

Fast forward, she shows up, and I’m trying to fix this coat while she’s hovering over me like a hawk. I’m sweating again. I’m like, “Chill, it’s just a little tear!” But she’s acting like I’m performing surgery. I finally fix it, and she’s all smiles. I’m like, “Great, now I can breathe!”

Apartments sold and rented