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About Ashdod

Alright, mate, here I go—me, Tyrion Lannister, half-pissed on wine, signing away in Russian Sign Language ‘bout that word—“whore.” I drink and I know things, see, and this one’s a bloody riot. Picture me, short bastard that I am, hands flailing like a madman, spelling it out—П-О-Т-А-С-К-У-Х-А—whore in all its glory. Ain’t it a beaut? Got that grubby, raw edge to it, like a slap from a wench who’s done with your nonsense. Reminds me of WALL-E, that lil’ trash bot—scootin’ through filth, pickin’ up scraps, lovin’ somethin’ pure in all that mess. Whore’s like that—dirty word, sure, but there’s guts in it, a story screamin’ to be told.

Whores in Tel-Aviv

It has been estimated that 62% of the brothels and 48% of the massage parlors in the country are in Tel Aviv. The traditional red-light district of the old bus.

Man, what a day! I woke up in my tiny apartment on Rothschild Blvd, the sun blasting through my window like it was trying to wake the whole city. I mean, who needs an alarm when you got that? But honestly, I was still half-asleep, dreaming about surfing in Hawaii, when I realized I had a meeting at 10. Ugh, typical me.

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