Zoe Hurfeish Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Beersheba

Anyway, we find one—skinny, twitchy, smokin’ a cig. I’m thinkin’, “This is costing me something.” She’s chargin’ double ‘cause it’s late. Buddy’s happy, I’m pissed—whole thing’s a racket. Costs more than my whiskey stash! And the smell—cheap perfume, like Sy Ableman’s cologne. Made me wanna puke. Little fact: some use baby powder to mask it. Doesn’t work, just smells like a powdered ass.

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After the kitchen disaster, I need a breather. I head out to the main square, you know, where all the cafes are. I grab a coffee at my fave spot, Café Hurfeish. The barista knows me, and she’s like, “You look stressed.” I laugh and say, “You have no idea.” She gives me a free pastry. Sweet, right?

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