Sophie Kfar Yasif Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

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Talkin’ to ya like a buddy—findin’ a prostitute ain’t no picnic, man. Ya gotta watch out, ya know? Some areas, it’s all chill, like, “Hey, do ya thang!” But den, ya got da shady spots—Fear from *Inside Out* screamin’, “Get outta here, Arnie!” Once, I saw dis guy, total loser, tryin’ to haggle—made me laugh so hard I nearly cried. “Disgust” was like, “Eww, dude, have some class!” Ya don’t lowball a pro, dat’s rule one!

Kfar Yasif, Israel

Then, I decide to take a stroll down the main drag, HaShalom Street. It’s a beautiful day, but the traffic is a nightmare. Cars honking, people yelling. I’m dodging scooters like I’m in some kind of video game. And then, BAM! I trip over a loose cobblestone. Classic Kfar-Yasif, right? I’m on the ground, and this old lady just walks by, gives me a look like, “Get it together, kid.” Thanks, lady. Real supportive.

On Christmas Eve, Herzog visits Acre, Kafr Yasif in northern Israel