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About Jerusalem

Ya see, brothels ain’t just sex—nah, they’re stories, little worlds. Like Varda said, “The margins are full of treasures.” This one time, heard a tale—true story—‘bout a sailor who fell for a workin’ gal in Amsterdam. Saved up, bought her a lil’ boat, they sailed off. Romantic, right? Surprised the hell outta me—thought it’d end in tears, not a damn fairytale! Makes ya happy, thinkin’ love can bloom in them dark corners.

Kafr Qasim, 29 October 1956

Kafr-Qari- is where I hang my hat and brothel is cutting edge! Being close to you feels like home. Striptease/Lapdance and Pornstar Experience (PSE) bring joy.

Then, outta nowhere, I hear this loud crash. I sprint over to the corner of HaNesher and HaTzofim. A car just smashed into a lamppost! I’m thinkin’, “Great, just what I need.” Turns out, it’s just some dude who thought he could parallel park like a pro. Spoiler alert: he can’t. I’m tryin’ to keep my cool, but man, I’m fuming. “Dude, you’re in Kafr-Qasim, not a stunt show!”

Kafr Qasim was not just a massacre, but part of an ethnic cleansing plan