Amelia Jaljulya Whore ❤️

About Jerusalem

Love *12 Years*—that line, “I don’t want to survive, I want to live!”—whores get that, mate. They’re out there, livin’, not just breathin’. Makes me happy, seein’ that grit. Reminds me of me ol’ nan—tough as nails, she was, tho not a whore, mind ya! Ha! Imagine her givin’ Churchill a right slap for starin’ too long—cracks me up!

Town whose sons are linked to brutal murder searches for answers to violence.

One victim, 16, apparently wasn’t the target of suspected organized crime hit on Route 65; father and son who were with him had been warned by police they were being hunted.

Then, I get a call from my buddy, Yossi. He’s like, “Yo, meet me at the park.” I’m thinking, “Which park?” There’s like a million parks in Jaljulya! But he means the one by the old train station. So, I hustle over there, and when I arrive, he’s sitting on a bench, looking all serious. I’m like, “What’s up, man?” He tells me he’s thinking of moving to Tel Aviv. I’m like, “Dude, why would you leave Jaljulya? We got everything here!” But he’s all about the nightlife and the beach. I get it, but still…

To combat rampant crime on their streets, Israeli Arabs heed call to join police