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About Ashdod

So, prostitutes—wild, right? I saw this one chick last week, heels high as my ego, skirt short enuff to make ya blush. She’s out there, rain pourin, and I’m like, “Honey, where’s your umbrella?” Total “Schrödinger” moment—alive, dead, who knows? Hella respect tho, takes guts to hustle like that. Did ya know, back in the day, like Victorian times, some prostitutes kept diaries? Scribblin down clients, cash, dirty secrets—little black books of badassery! Bet they’d laugh at my typos, tho.

First off, I hit up Al-Mahatta Street for some coffee. You know, the usual spot. The barista, Samir, he’s a legend. But today? He spilled my coffee all over the counter. Like, c’mon, dude! I was ready to throw a fit. But then he gave me a free pastry. So, I guess that’s cool? I mean, who can stay mad when there’s a warm za’atar manakish involved?

Prominent Egyptian Qari Passes Away