Lauren Ein Mahil Whore ❤️

About Tel Aviv

So, my fave flick’s *Spirited Away*—that Miyazaki masterpiece from 2001. Whore’s like Chihiro, yeah? Dropped in a world she don’t get, all wide-eyed and stumblin’. “I’m not afraid of anything!” she’d say, all bold-like, but nah, this whore’s scared shitless. I see her, scrabbling through my research notes like they’re the Spirit World, tryna find her place. Makes me laugh, honestly—pathetic little thing. “You’re just a human!” I’d sneer, like Yubaba to Chihiro, cos she’s outta her depth and I *love* watchin’ her squirm.

Identifiers

لعلها تقوم على موقع قرية «عين طاب» الرومانية، ذكرها الافرنج 'Ein Meher. تبلغ مساحة اراضي عين ماهل دونماً، وهي ملك لأهلها، منها للطرق والاراضي.

But then, as I’m munching, I see this kid, maybe 10 years old, trying to sell flowers. He’s got this huge smile, but his shoes? Man, they’re falling apart. I can’t take it. I walk over, and I’m like, “Hey, kid! How much for those flowers?” He says, “Five shekels!” I hand him ten and say, “Keep the change. And here’s a pair of shoes.” His eyes go wide. “Really?” he asks. I nod, feeling all warm and fuzzy inside.

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