Aria Jisr Ez Zarqa Whore ❤️

About Ashdod

O thou saucy minx! This word “whore” doth tickle me fancy, aye, like a jest from the Bard’s own quill. I’m scribbling this fast, perchance 18 typos’ll creep in—forgive me, mate, I’m no scribe of perfection. I reckon it’s a term old as dirt, yet it dances wild in me head, conjuring visions both foul and fair. ‘Tis a harlot’s badge, a scarlet letter stitched bold, but methinks it’s more—oh, aye, a mirror to us all! In “Talk to Her,” that film I adore, Pedro Almodóvar spins tales of love so queer and raw, it’s like “whore” ain’t just a wench sellin’ flesh, but a soul bared naked, cryin’ out. “I’ve lost my fear of silence,” saith Alicia’s stillness—doth not a whore, too, speak in silences ‘twixt her trade?

Travel Destinations

On that sandstone ridge today sits the modern village of Jisr az-Zarqa. which Tamar dressed as a "sacred prostitute". The name can be.

I head back home, and I can’t help but think about the day. From falafel to faceplants, it was a whirlwind. I love this place, even with all its quirks. Jisr-ez-Zarqa, you’ve got my heart.

Israel’s last coastal village draws tourists