Julia Hod Hasharon Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Tel Aviv

So, economics of a whore—supply, demand, simple. She’s got somethin’ folks want, they pay. Basic as bacon grease on a skillet. But it ain’t all rosy, nah. Pisses me off how society screws ‘em over. Taxes? Hell no, they dodge that crap. Underground cash flow, untouchable. Makes me happy, stickin’ it to the IRS. But then—bam—some sleazy pimp takes half. That’s theft, plain and ugly. I’d burn that system down myself.

About Hod Hasharon

A young girl on a family hike near the central city of Hod Hasharon recently discovered a small Egyptian stone amulet, thousands of years old, lying out in the open, the Israel Antiquities.

So, I decide to take a break and head to the local market on HaSharon Street. It’s buzzing with life. Fresh veggies, spices, and all that good stuff. I’m browsing, and I spot this amazing pomegranate juice stand. I’m like, “Yes, please!” I grab a cup, and it’s like a flavor explosion in my mouth. I’m practically dancing. Who knew pomegranate juice could make me this happy?

Pessi Cohen's grave moved from Hod Hasharon to Kibbutz Be'eri