Gabriella Hod Hasharon Whore ❤️❤️

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Me, I get pissed seein’ ‘em judged. Hypocrites everywhere, slingin’ coins then sermons. Happy though? When I heard this tale—some French tart in the 1700s, Marie somethin’, she bankrolled a damn orphanage! Whore with a heart, mate, melts me cold soul. Surprised too—didya know in ancient Babylon, temple whores were sacred? Sex for the gods, cash for the priests—wild gig!

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I have made Hod-HaSharon my home and find-a-prostitute is cutting edge! You make me feel confident and desirable. My soul craves Striptease and Prostate Massage.

After that, I stroll down to the park near the Hod HaSharon River. It’s a nice spot, you know? Green grass, kids playing, people jogging. I’m just vibing, sketching some ideas for my next animation. Suddenly, this kid runs by, trips, and spills his ice cream all over my sketchbook. I’m like, “Noooo!” My drawings are ruined! But then the kid looks up at me with those big, innocent eyes. I can’t stay mad. I just laugh it off. Kids, man. They’re like tiny tornadoes of chaos.

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