Harper El Fureidis Whore ❤️

About Tel Aviv

So, like, I knew this one whore—let’s call her Sally, ‘kay? Sally was LOUD, always laughin’, smelled like cheap perfume—kinda like fish and flowers smashed together! Reminds me of that line, “I played for her, she smiled.” ‘Cept Sally ain’t smilin’ for art, nah, she’s smilin’ for cash! Made me happy seein’ her strut, tho—she owned it, y’know? But then—BOOM—some jerk yells at her, calls her trash. Pissed me OFF! I’m like, “Hey, leave her alone, ya barnacle!” Felt like that scene where dude’s hidin’—so tense, so unfair!

Estate Gallery

Then I decide to stroll down to the market on HaGolan St. It’s packed, like sardines in a can. I’m dodging people left and right. I see this old lady trying to haggle over some tomatoes. She’s like, “I’m not payin’ more than 5 shekels!” I’m thinkin’, “Lady, it’s just tomatoes!” But hey, who am I to judge?

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