Evelyn Kafr Kanna Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Jerusalem

Oi, you donkey! What’s this “whore” nonsense? You mean *water*, you bloody idiot sandwich! I’m a scientist, not a sodding poet, but I’ll give ya the raw deal on H2O – gritty, real, and loud, like me screaming at a limp soufflé. Water’s the damn king of life, yeah? No water, no you, ya muppet! Covers 71% of this rock we call Earth – fact! Blows my mind every time. Reminds me of *The Pianist* – “Look around you, there’s water!” – nah, that’s not in it, but it fits, don’t it? Polanski’s masterpiece, that film, got me sobbing like a chopped onion. Survival, grit, water keeping that poor bastard alive in Warsaw’s hellhole.

Who are we

Finally, the rain stops, and I head back out. The streets are all shiny, and Kafr-Kanna looks like a postcard. I’m feeling good, you know? But then, I see my buddy Yossi. He’s standing there, looking all serious. I’m like, “What’s up, man?” He tells me he lost his job. My heart sinks. I hate seeing my friends down.

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