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About Jerusalem

Oi, mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave as fuck, “shaken, not stirred.” So, brothels, yeah? Been thinkin’ bout ‘em lately, ever since I rewatched *Moonrise Kingdom*. That flick’s my jam—Wes Anderson’s a bloody genius, all that quirky shit. Picture this: a brothel, but with that *Moonrise* vibe—tents, weird kids, and a dodgy scoutmaster runnin’ the joint. “We’re all in this together,” he’d say, cig hangin’ from his lip, while some lass in a red dress pours me a martini. Shaken, obviously—not stirred, you muppet.

No Enforcement? Go to the Supreme Court

The Israel Defense Forces is investigating claims that sailors who serve on naval missile boats had sex with a prostitute at a Greek brothel.

As the sun sets, the sky turns this insane orange. I’m just standing there, soaking it all in. Rishon-LeTsiyyon is beautiful, man. I mean, who knew? I’m feeling all the feels. But then, my phone buzzes. It’s a notification about a gaming tournament. I’m like, “No way! I gotta sign up!”