Zara Jaffa Brothel ❤️

About Netanya

Idiot sandwich! You reckon it’s all glam an’ giggles? Nah, mate, it’s grim as fuck. Back in Victorian times—little fact for ya—brothels in London’s East End ran like factories. Girls lined up, inspected like cattle, twelve-hour shifts. Twelve bloody hours! Made me fuckin’ furious—still does! Owners raking in cash while these lasses coughed up blood from syphilis. Happy? Ain’t nothing happy here, ya twat. Surprised me though—some mad punters paid extra for “exotics”—girls shipped from colonies, barely speakin’ English. Dark, innit?

Introduction

During World War II, British Army authorities opened brothels in Jaffa to satisfy soldiers' needs. Bernstein writes that from the first.

As the sun starts to set, I head to the promenade. The sky is lit up in pinks and oranges. It’s like a painting. I’m feelin’ all the feels. But then, I see this street performer. He’s playin’ the guitar and singing. And let me tell ya, he’s not half bad. I toss him a few shekels. Gotta support the arts, ya know?

Police: One Jaffa terrorist killed, one seriously wounded