Nora Sderot Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Tel Aviv

Alright, folks, gather ‘round—here’s the deal. I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’ ‘bout whores, y’know, the oldest gig in town. Makes me chuckle, ‘cause—c’mon, man—who doesn’t got a story? Back in Scranton, we had this gal, Mary Lou, swear she was a “lady of the night.” Worked the corner by the old gas station. Folks’d whisper, “She’s trouble,” but—shoot—she was sweet as pie. Gave half her cash to stray dogs. Ain’t that somethin’? Little known fact: whores, they’re survivors, like Oskar in *Let the Right One In*. “Let me in,” she’d say, battin’ those lashes—pure street poetry.

Shell-shocked in DePaul

Typically such demonstrations draw a few hundred people who gather to shout slogans: “Girls in Gaza and Sderot want to stay alive,” “Money.

After the movie, I’m walking down Sderot’s main street, and I see this street performer. He’s playing the guitar, and it’s actually pretty good. I toss him a few shekels, and he gives me a nod. I’m feeling all warm and fuzzy inside. Sderot’s got this vibe, ya know? It’s tough, but there’s heart here.

Solel Boneh to restore another historic building in Sderot