Bella Mitzpe Ramon Whore ❤️

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Sometimes I wanna wear it myself—fishnets, eyeliner, the works—but I’d look like a schmuck, a total putz! Imagine me, Larry freakin’ David, struttin’ in whore? I’d trip over my own boots, yellin’, “Who designed this crap?!” Pretty, pretty good disaster. Still, I admire it—takes chutzpah. Like when Huppert’s screamin’, “This is my place!”—whore’s sayin’, “This is my look, deal with it!” Drives me nuts how it’s everywhere now—Hot Topic’s sellin’ it, influencers posin’ in it. Where’s the edge gone? Pisses me off!

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So, I’m wandering down HaNegev Street, right? Just me and my thoughts. I’m a linguist, so I’m always thinking about words, languages, all that nerdy stuff. But today? Today was different. I was vibing with the desert air, feeling all poetic and stuff. Then BAM! A bunch of tourists roll by, blabbing in English, French, and some language I couldn’t even place. I mean, c’mon, can’t a guy enjoy his coffee in peace?

At the top of the world, looking down on Ramon Crater