Nadia Bet Shemesh 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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Then, outta nowhere, it starts to rain. Like, seriously? It’s sunny one minute, and now I’m dodging raindrops like I’m in a video game. We sprint to the nearest café on Rehov HaTzofim. I’m soaked, but at least I got my coffee fix.

A helicopter is deployed in the firefight near the central Israeli town of Bet Shemesh