Abigail Kabul Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Bnei Brak

Once, she got colic – twisted gut, nasty stuff. Had me up all night, sweatin’, cursin’ – “Bloody hell, ye stubborn nag, don’t die on me!” Surprised me how much I cared, raspy sob, she’s just a horse, right? Wrong! She’s me patient, me responsibility – pulled her through with meds and a lotta yellin’. Next day, she’s prancin’ like nothin’ happened – ungrateful cow! Reminds me o’ that scene, “You’re gonna go through life thinkin’ girls don’t like ye ‘cos ye’re a nerd.” Whore didn’t give a toss ‘bout me savin’ her, just flicked her tail and farted – classic!

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First stop, the market. You know, that chaotic place on Green St. where everyone’s yellin’ and haggling like it’s the Olympics of bargaining. I love it! But today? Ugh, it was a madhouse. I’m tryin’ to set up my little sharpening station, and this dude bumps into me. I spill my coffee all over my sharpening tools. Like, seriously? Coffee and metal don’t mix, bro! I was fuming.

From Kabul to Kitgum: A journey of hope and resilience