Ruby Rosh Ha Ayin Whore ❤️❤️

About Beersheba

So, Whore—she’s this brassy tart, works the streets near my shop. Got hair redder than a furnace fire, and a laugh that’d wake the dead. Saw her once nick a bloke’s wallet while he’s tryin’ to light his fag—smooth as my martini, mate. “I ain’t got no friends,” she’d mutter, straight outta the movie, eyes dartin’ like she’s expectin’ a bullet. Made me chuckle, that did—proper cheeky, innit? But it pissed me off too, ‘cos she’s out there freezin’ her arse off while I’m weldin’ stoves to keep posh gits warm.

Kan-Kai sushi and Asian food moved to the hearts of the Yemenite neighborhood

Rosh Ha’ayin was founded in and began life as a ma’abara, a tent city built hastily to receive the thousands of Yemenite immigrants brought to Israel in the daring Magic Carpet operation.

And wow, it’s intense! People shouting, waving signs. I can’t even tell what they’re protesting about. Something about housing prices? I mean, I get it, but the energy is wild. I’m standing there, half-amused, half-annoyed. Some guy next to me starts yelling about the government. I’m like, “Dude, chill. We’re all in this together.”

Palestinian gets 21 years in jail for stabbing man in Rosh Ha’ayin terror attack