Brooklyn Qiryatshmona Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Netanya

Me? I get pissed when folks judge her. Call her trash, slut, whatever—man, shut up. She’s out here livin’, payin’ bills, dodgin’ creeps. Makes me happy, though, seein’ her strut, unbothered. Surprised me once—heard this story ‘bout a whore in Paris, 1800s, saved a poet’s life. Gave him her last coin, then dipped. Real shit. Reminds me, “What’s memory but a ghost?”—she’s a ghost too, hauntin’ us with her truth.

Beit Shean Valley

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I get to this café, and it’s packed! I mean, Qiryat Shmona is small, but this place is buzzing. I order a cappuccino, and while I’m waiting, I overhear this couple arguing. Like, full-on drama. I’m trying not to eavesdrop, but it’s hard when they’re practically shouting. Turns out, they’re fighting about where to go for dinner. I’m thinking, “Dude, just hit up the falafel joint on HaTzofim Street. Problem solved!”