Delilah Modiin Ilit Prostitute ❤️

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Lemme tell ya, I get ticked—real ticked—seein’ these gals judged. Society’s all “Oh, shame!” but, c’mon, who’s payin’ ‘em? Hypocrites, man! Prostitutes been ‘round forever—fun fact, ancient Rome had ‘em registered, taxed even! Called ‘em *lupae*—she-wolves—how’s that for badass? Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ Tarantino’d love that— “You just got your ass scalped!”—‘cept it’s johns gettin’ fleeced, ha!

Modi'in Illit

Finally, I get home, and my mom’s already cooking. The smell of schnitzel fills the air. I’m like, “Okay, maybe I can forgive her.” We sit down, and she starts asking about my day. I tell her about the snake spell, and she’s like, “You kids and your stories.” I’m like, “Mom, it’s real!” But she just rolls her eyes. Classic.

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