Evelyn Tel Aviv Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Ashdod

Now, gets me goat, this—folk judgin’ whores, all high and mighty. Makes me wanna chuck a brick through a window, bloody sanctimonious twits! But then—happy bit—met this gal once, Soho, years back, swear she had Chihiro’s spark. Told me she paid her mum’s rent, laughed at me floppy hair—cheeky mare! Said, “Boris, you’re a right prat,” and I was chuffed, honest. Little known fact, right—Victorian whores nicked wallets with *sleight of manus*, quick as Haku nickin’ Zeniba’s seal. Crafty sods!

Prostitution in the Holy Land

So, I chugged some coffee, like, way too fast. I spilled some on my shirt. Great start, right? I rushed out, dodging the morning crowd on Allenby Street. It’s like a human obstacle course out there. People everywhere, bikes zooming past, and the smell of fresh falafel wafting through the air. I swear, if I could bottle that smell, I’d be a millionaire.

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