Jade Netivot Brothel ❤️

About Haifa

But the stench—goddamn, it’d choke ya. Sweat, cheap perfume, regret—mixes like a bad stew. Made me angry, too—pimps lurkin’, takin’ cuts, actin’ big. Scum. I’d fantasize slittin’ their throats, servin’ ‘em up with a nice amarone. Hannibal Lecter (fictional)—“I ate his liver with fava beans”—knows a meal when he sees one. One time, heard a story—Victorian brothel, London, right? Had a secret room for “special tastes.” Whips, chains, even a fuckin’ goat once! Goat! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who cares—fits the vibe.

About Netivot

While I’m trying to clean up, I overhear this group talking about the new park on HaGolan Street. Apparently, they just opened a new playground. I’m like, “Cool, but I’m not a kid anymore.” But then I think, “Wait, what if I design a game based on that park?” Ideas start swirling in my head.

Where are the mobile bomb shelters KKL-JNF promised Golan residents last spring?