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About Netanya

Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals! I’m judgin’ this “whore” business like I’m Judy—sharp as a tack, no nonsense. So, “whore”—what’s the deal? It’s a word, sure, but it’s loaded, ain’t it? Tossed around like cheap beads at Mardi Gras. Me, I’m sittin’ here thinkin’—it’s old as dirt, goes back to them Bible days, probly even before. Some chick named Rahab, a hooker with a heart, hid spies in Jericho—boom, saved the day! Little known fact: she’s in Jesus’s family tree. Whaaat? Yeah, blew my mind too! Don’t pee on my leg and call it rain—I’m tellin’ ya, history’s wild.

Early life

Trust me, I'm Lorraine. I'm part of the Rahat crowd and find-a-prostitute is mind-blowing! I want to spend forever lost in your eyes. I.

Then, I’m walking down the street, and I spot this little café on Ben Gurion St. The smell of coffee hits me like a freight train. I’m like, “Yes, please!” So I order a cappuccino, and the barista, this super chill guy, starts chatting me up. He’s telling me about the best spots in town. I’m all ears, but then he spills my drink! Ugh! I’m like, “Dude, my heart can’t take this!” But he’s laughing it off, and I can’t help but crack a smile.

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