Abigail Kfar Yasif Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Jerusalem

Look, whores ain’t saints, but who is? They’re scrappy, messy, human—way more than them greedy bastards up top! Little fact: in old France, they called ‘em “filles de joie”—girls of joy! Joy, my ass, more like warriors! I’m gettin’ hoarse screamin’ bout this, but damn, it’s truth! Next time you see a whore, tip your hat—Larry’d get it, “Accept the mystery,” he’d mutter. Me? I’m just fuckin’ proud they stick it to the man! Billionaires should not exist—whores should! Period!

About Kafr Yasif

Our day began in the arab village of Kfar Yasif. I have been here on more than one occasion to enjoy the famous hummus at the Abu Adham restaurant. I had however failed to notice the .

I sprint over, trying to save the day. I’m waving my arms, yelling, “Stop the goat!” But it’s like I’m in slow motion. The goat crashes into the stand, fruit goes flying everywhere. It’s chaos! I’m covered in pomegranate juice, and the kids are rolling on the ground laughing. I’m like, “This is my life now.”

Hezbollah fires over 60 rockets at Tel Aviv, Haifa suburbs, crash detected in Kfar Yasif