Ashley Kfarhabad Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Here’s the deal – she don’t care ‘bout nothin’. Not yer rules, not yer preacher, nothin’. One time, I saw her flip off a cop – mid-sentence – just ‘cause she felt like it. Had me laughin’ ‘til I damn near choked! But then, bam, she’d turn ‘round, cryin’ over a stray cat. Soft spot, huh? “Even the stars weep,” like they say in *Werckmeister*. Blows my mind, folks.

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First off, I hit up the local café on Rechov HaShalom. You know, the one with the best coffee? Yeah, that one. I order my usual – a double espresso, extra shot, because I need that jolt. But guess what? They’re outta beans! Like, how do you run outta coffee beans? I mean, c’mon! I’m standing there, all grumpy, and the barista’s like, “Sorry, we’ll have more in an hour.” An hour? I could’ve walked to Tel Aviv and back in that time!

Figure 12. Mr Eliezer Gorelick, an etrog grower from Kfar Habad,...