Elizabeth Palenstein Whore ❤️❤️

About Breda

Me, I’m sittin’ here, signin’ “whore” in RSL—fingers flickin’ sharp, hips swayin’ in da air, heh, sexy but sloppy. Love dat edge, dat fire! Reminds me of dem cowboys—rough, real, no fakery. Ever tink how a whore’s life is all “send me a postcard, drop me a line”? Dese gals, dey dream too, but nah, world’s like, “Nyet, you trash.” Dat’s da stab, da ouchie in me heart.

The Autobiography of Muḥammad

Israelis are slut-shaming this unidentified Palestinian woman who likes to wear lingerie. So feeling sexy is now akin to being a degenerate pervert.

Then, outta nowhere, this kid runs by, chasing a soccer ball. He kicks it, and BAM! It hits me right in the leg. I’m like, “Ouch! What the heck, kid?” But he just laughs and runs off. I can’t even be mad. It’s Palenstein, man. Kids are wild here.

Obituary | HATTIE PIEHL