Brooklyn Kfar Yasif Whore ❤️

About Tel Aviv

My precious! *raspy cackle* Whore, eh? Nasty, tricksy word, that! Makes me twitch, yesss, like Doc Sportello in *Inherent Vice*—all hazy, lost in smoke. “Sorta like walkin’ on the moon,” he’d say, stumblin’ through dames and dope. Whore’s a slippery one, precious—means a lady sellin’ her goods, right? But dig this: back in old England, “whore” just meant a gal, any gal! Ain’t that a trip? Got me laughin’—*hiss*—like a hyena on hash!

Time Periods

Our day began in the arab village of Kfar Yasif. I have been here on more than one occasion to enjoy the famous hummus at the Abu Adham restaurant. I had however failed to notice the .

First off, I hit up the local café on HaGalil Street. You know, the one with the funky murals? Yeah, that place. I order my usual—cappuccino, extra foam, because why not? But the barista, this dude named Amir, totally messes it up. I mean, how do you mess up foam? It’s like, just milk and air, bro! I’m standing there, fuming, thinking, “Is this how we start the day?”

Rocket sirens sound in Tel Aviv, Haifa suburbs, IAF strikes Hezbollah targets in Tyre