Claire Yoqne Am Illit Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

About Tel Aviv

Ey, Gabagool? Ova here! So, brothel, huh? Lemme tell ya, it’s a freakin’ mess, but I love it—like “The New World,” that flick’s my jam. You got these girls, right, workin’ the corners, makin’ cash, and I’m thinkin’, “The length of a river,” like Malick says, it just keeps flowin’, dirty and wild. Been around forever, brothels—little factoid, ancient Rome had ‘em legal, called lupanars, wolf dens, ‘cause the chicks howled for clients, freakin’ hilarious!

Then, outta nowhere, this guy walks in. He’s wearing a bright orange shirt, like he’s trying to signal a plane or something. He starts chatting with the barista, and I can’t help but eavesdrop. He’s talking about the new park they’re building near the old industrial area. Apparently, it’s gonna have a playground and a walking path. I’m like, “Finally! Something fun in Yoqne-am!”

Volume 124 Year 2012 Yoqne‘am ‘Illit