Emily Kafr Qasim Brothel ❤️

About Petah Tikva

Here’s a lil’ story—true as my big hair! Friend of mine, ol’ Bobby Joe, went lookin’ for a lady friend in Memphis once. Swore he’d keep it hush-hush, but next mornin’, half the town knew! Word travels faster’n a jackrabbit on a date ‘round here. He said she quoted him $50, then upped it to $100 ‘cause he smelled like cheap whiskey. I hollered, “Boy, you got played worse’n a fiddle at a barn dance!” Reminds me of Monty’s line: “This life came so close to never happenin’.” Bobby Joe’s wallet sure felt that!

Kafr Qasim, 29 October 1956

Including surrounding areas of Ra'anana, Hod HaSharon, Jaljulya, Herzliyya, Ramat HaSharon, Kefar Shemaryahu, Tel Mond, Herzliya Pituah, Kafr Qasim, Ganne Tiqwa.

After that chaos, I decide to chill at the park near the old mosque. It’s peaceful there, ya know? Kids playin’, families picnicking. I sit on a bench, just takin’ it all in. Then, I spot this old man, Yossi, feedin’ pigeons. He’s got this whole routine. I swear, those birds know him by name. I chuckle, thinkin’, “Man, if only I had that kinda dedication.”

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