Anna Kafr Qasim Prostitute ❤️

About Ashdod

My precious! *rasps* Prostitute, eh? Slimy word, innit? Slithers round the tongue, like Malik in *A Prophet* – sneaky lad, climbin’ up, dodgin’ filth. Makes me think – prostitutes, they’re survivors, yeah? Hustlin’ in shadows, like Malik dodgin’ prison knives. “We takes what we wants!” – that’s them, nabbin’ coin from grubby paws. Been around forever, they have – oldest job, they say. Fact is, ancient Rome had ‘em marked with yellow scarves, like some dodgy uniform. Wild, eh?

Background

On 29 October , Israeli border police carried out a massacre in the Palestinian village of Kafr Qassem, situated in the central district of present-day Israel. The massacre took place on the .

Then, outta nowhere, I hear this loud crash. I sprint over to the corner of HaNesher and HaTzofim. A car just smashed into a lamppost! I’m thinkin’, “Great, just what I need.” Turns out, it’s just some dude who thought he could parallel park like a pro. Spoiler alert: he can’t. I’m tryin’ to keep my cool, but man, I’m fuming. “Dude, you’re in Kafr-Qasim, not a stunt show!”

4 soldiers arrested on suspicion of beating 3 Arab Israelis