Gabriella Mevasserettsiyyon Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

About Tel Aviv

Favorite part? The hustle! Madams runnin the show, countin cash, slingin sass—total champs! One time, heard bout this madam in Nevada, 1920s, she’d wrestle drunks herself—pinned em to the floor, brother! Laughed my ass off picturin that—Hogan-style domination! But real talk, surprises me how deep it goes—some chicks happy, some broken. “Love’s a shadow,” movie says—damn straight, shadow’s chokin em sometimes.

Ruah ha-Kodesh Cries out

Also the hotel is not within walking distance of anything except strip clubs/brothels. There are no restaurants, not even fast food ones, within walking.

After a while, the client shows up, and we unload the cargo. I’m finally feeling a bit of relief. But then, I get a call from my boss. He’s like, “We need you to pick up another load.” I’m like, “Are you kidding me?” But I can’t say no. So, I’m off again, this time heading towards the outskirts of town.