Katherine West Jerusalem Whore ❤️

About Haifa

Vet life, innit – you see mad shit. Whore’s got this quirk, yeah, he farts when he’s nervus. Proper stinks, like a curry gone wrong. Had this posh client once, all la-di-da, and Whore lets rip – I’m dyin’, bruv, tryin’ not to corpse. She’s all, “Oh my!” and I’m like, “Mate, he’s just vibin’!” Love that horse, but he’s a cheeky sod – reckon he does it to wind me up. “We’re all on the brink of despair,” like in the movie, but Whore? He don’t care, he’s just fartin’ his way through life.

‘Not a minority’

I’m fuming now. I mean, c’mon! It’s not like I’m made of money. So, I decide to take a walk down Jaffa Street to cool off. But guess what? It’s like a sauna out there. I’m sweating like a pig. I pass by the Mahane Yehuda Market, and the smells hit me like a freight train. Fresh spices, baked bread, and oh man, the halva! I could eat my weight in that stuff.

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