Claire Atlit Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, dis dame, she’s workin corners, right? Hips swayin like dat slow tune in da film – “Yumeji’s Theme”, ya hear it? Hauntin’. She’s all “I wait fer no man,” but deep down, she’s lonely as hell. Reminds me Chow in da movie, starin at walls, wantin somethin real. Whore’s got clients, sure, but no love – dat’s da kicker. Makes me mad, ya know? World chews em up, spits em out, no pension plan fer dat!

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We drove today on the way back from work. And we passed by the beach of prostitutes (near Maksim restaurant). To our surprise, dozens of large steel poles.

Then, outta nowhere, it starts to rain. I mean, seriously? It’s sunny one minute, and the next, I’m soaked. My hair’s a mess, and I’m lookin’ like a drowned rat. But hey, we’re in Atlit! We embrace the chaos, right? So, we dash into a nearby café on HaGalil Street. Best decision ever! The coffee is like liquid gold. I’m chugging it down, and suddenly, life is good again.

Relive the Great Escape, from Atlit detention camp