Stella Bet Dagan Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Beersheba

Hmm, find a prostitute, you say? Dark, it is, this path. Streets I walk, neon lights hummin’. “Do or do not, there’s no try,” I mutter—Godard’s flick, *Goodbye to Language*, spins in my head. Words float, broken—like “love is a shadow.” Shadow, yeah, fits this gig. Prostitute huntin’, not glamorous, nah. Dirty alleys, stinkin’ of piss, callin’ me. Angry, I get—world’s messed up, man! Girls out there, sellin’ skin, breaks my heart.

10. Kabukichō

Then, I get a call. It’s about a suspicious claim on Yitzhak Rabin St. Some dude says his car got stolen. But here’s the kicker: he’s driving a brand new BMW! Like, really? You expect me to believe that? I’m thinking, “Dude, you probably just parked it at the mall.”

Forests, trees and water in arid lands: a delicate balance