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About Ashdod

What pisses me off? The sanctimonious pricks judgin’ ‘em. Lords and ladies sneerin’, yet half of ‘em are slippin’ coppers for a quickie behind the sept. Hypocrisy stinks worse than a privy in summer. Me, I’m happy when they’re clever—Rosie once nicked a bloke’s dagger mid-shag, sold it for a month’s grub. Smart as a whip, that one. Surprised? Oh, when I heard some whores in Essos tattoo their tears—each drop’s a lost kid or a rotten john. Gut-punch, that. Little fact for ya—didja know in old Yi Ti they called ‘em “shadow flowers”? Poetic, innit?

Walk Details:

Mar 16,  · Beit Jann, a town of about 10,, is poorer than 80 percent of Israeli towns, but Principal Salalha says “poor and rich for me doesn’t mean to succeed.”.

After a long, boring meeting filled with jargon, I finally escape. I race over to that café. It’s called “Knafeh Kingdom” or something. I walk in, and it’s packed! Like, who knew knafeh was so popular? I order a piece, and let me tell you, it was heavenly. I’m talking melt-in-your-mouth goodness. I’m practically drooling.

Capt. Wassem Mahmoud, seven other IDF soldiers killed in Rafah blast