Angelina Even Yehuda Whore ❤️

About Tel Aviv

See, I reckon a whore’s a survivor, right? Sells what they got to keep breathin’. Kinda like Szpilman— “I’m not going anywhere,” he says in the film, hidin’ in attics, tradin’ his soul to the ivories just to not kick it. Me? I’d be pissed if I were him—starvin’, cold, and for what? Some prick in a fancy coat to clap at ya? But that’s the rub, innit? Whores don’t get to pick their johns, and Szpilman didn’t pick the Nazis. Makes me angry, that—how life screws ya, then expects a bloody thank-you.

THE PROSTITUTE AND THE MESSIAH: REDEMPTION FROM THE MOST UNHOLY OF UNIONS (Parshat Vayeshev)

So, I’m finally heading home, and I decide to take a different route. I stroll down HaYarden, and it’s so peaceful. I’m feeling good again. But then, I see this guy trying to parallel park. He’s like three feet away from the curb. I’m just standing there, watching this train wreck. I mean, how hard can it be?

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