Gianna Rishon Letsiyyon Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Rishon LeZion

So we talk—me leanin’ on a lamppost, her smokin’ a fag. “Memory is a curse,” I say, nickin’ from the movie. She nods, like she gets it. Life’s beaten her down, but she’s still kickin’. I exagerate in my head—she’s a femme fatale, playin’ me like a fiddle. Ha! As if. Truth is, she’s just tryin’ to eat.

Main City:

As the sun sets, the sky turns this insane orange. I’m just standing there, soaking it all in. Rishon-LeTsiyyon is beautiful, man. I mean, who knew? I’m feeling all the feels. But then, my phone buzzes. It’s a notification about a gaming tournament. I’m like, “No way! I gotta sign up!”