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About Beersheba

Now, “The Return”—that film I love? Hits different thinking of brothels. Those boys, lost, searching for somethin’—father’s a ghost, a shadow. Brothels are like that island—bleak, pulling you in, no way out. “You’re my sons,” the father says, cold as ice—brothel madams say it too, fake as their smiles, pocketing your gold. Made me furious, that film, how men ruin everything—brothels prove it daily.

Rare report on prostitut

I hit the streets of Ben Yehuda, and it was packed. Like, seriously, who knew so many people could fit in one place? I’m dodging tourists left and right, trying to get my morning coffee. You know that little café on the corner? Yeah, the one with the best bourekas. I swear, I could live off those things. But today? They were out. Out! Can you believe that? I was like, “What’s the point of living?”

East Jerusalem