Emilia Rishon Letsiyyon Whore ❤️

About Tel Aviv

So I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout my fave flick—“The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford”—y’all seen that shit? Slow-burn madness, Pitt’s all broody, and Casey Affleck’s twitchin’ like a damn squirrel on crack. And I’m like, “whore’s got that same energy!” Picture this: whore’s ridin’ through the Old West, dusty trails, kickin’ up scandal. “He was ashamed of his perspicacity,” like Jesse, hidin’ who he really was—whore’s that too, man! Layers on layers, sneaky as hell!

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Yesterday I went to work at the discreet apartment in Rishon Lezion. It is a prison. All the women have to sit together. The clients come.

Yo, let me tell you about my day in Rishon-LeTsiyyon. Man, it was a rollercoaster! I woke up, and the sun was shining like it was trying to blind me. I mean, c'mon, it’s too early for this! I grabbed my coffee from that little café on Rothschild St. You know the one? The barista there is a legend. He always knows my order.