Lila Tel Aviv Whore ❤️❤️

About Ashdod

I’m watchin’, thinkin’, “Can you hear me?” like Wiesler in my fave flick. But nah, *Whore* don’t listen. It’s all tits, arse, and yellin’. Liz’s character—Christ, she’s a riot. One sec she’s bawlin’, next she’s toppin’ some geezer. Got me angry, tho—why’s it so loud? Subtlety’s dead, buried, and shagged. But—surprise!—it’s got guts. Tackles the muck of life, no filter. Like when Stasi bloke says, “The lives of others are never simple.” This ain’t simple either—just messy.

The face of Israeli prostitution

Man, what a day! I woke up in my tiny apartment on Rothschild Blvd, the sun blasting through my window like it was trying to wake the whole city. I mean, who needs an alarm when you got that? But honestly, I was still half-asleep, dreaming about surfing in Hawaii, when I realized I had a meeting at 10. Ugh, typical me.

Too many agents and too few housing deals in Tel Aviv