Jasmine Kafr Qasim Brothel ❤️

About Tel Aviv

Oh, and the mirrors – everywhere, bro! You’re bangin’, and boom, there’s your ugly mug starin’ back. “Ten” vibes again – “You’re not ashamed?” Naw, I ain’t, but it’s freaky, like the movie’s judgin’ me. Funniest shit? Some johns leave gifts – flowers, candy, like it’s a damn date! I’m dyin’, bro, these fools think it’s love. Me, I’m just watchin’, thinkin’, “This is the world, chico, and it’s mine!” Brothel’s a circus, a grind, a fuckin’ poem – and I’m Tony, lovin’ every messed-up minute.

Kafr Qasim, 29 October 1956

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But then, I see this group of teens, and they’re up to no good. I can feel my blood boilin’. They’re spray-painting some wall. I march over, all tough guy. “Hey! What do you think you’re doin’?” They freeze, lookin’ like deer in headlights. One of ‘em, a kid named Samir, goes, “We’re just expressin’ ourselves!” I’m like, “Express yourself somewhere else, man!”

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