Ella Qiryat Ata Whore ❤️❤️

About Beersheba

We sees it, precious, we sees – whore’s a shapeshifter. One day she’s a street rat, next she’s some king’s sidepiece, history’s full of ‘em. Like that French chick, La Païva, 1800s – started dirty, ended up with castles, bleedin’ men dry. Made me cackle, that did! “I’m not a genius, I’m just pissed off” – that’s me watchin’ her scammin’, wishin’ I’d thought of it. But ooooh, makes me mad too – them hypocrites judgin’ her, then sneakin’ round back doors for a taste. Pisses me off, yesss, two-faced rats!

Background:

Finally, I get to the clinic on HaGolan Street. The waiting room is packed. I mean, packed! Like sardines in a can. I’m thinking, “Great, more waiting.” But then, I see this kid. He’s got a broken arm, and he’s just sitting there, all tough. I’m like, “Dude, you’re my hero.” He grins, and I’m like, “You’re gonna be fine, champ.”

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