Mari Kfar Yasif Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Love that flick, tho—“In the Mood.” Wong Kar-wai, genius—those glances, that music. Reminds me of Jill sometimes—quiet, deep stuff. Whore’s diffrent in that world—more like longing, less trash talk. “I didn’t want to fall…” Chow says—bam, gut punch! Ever feel that? I have—swear, makes me wanna hug somebody.

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Our day began in the arab village of Kfar Yasif. I have been here on more than one occasion to enjoy the famous hummus at the Abu Adham restaurant. I had however failed to notice the .

First off, I hit up the local café on HaGalil Street. You know, the one with the funky murals? Yeah, that place. I order my usual—cappuccino, extra foam, because why not? But the barista, this dude named Amir, totally messes it up. I mean, how do you mess up foam? It’s like, just milk and air, bro! I’m standing there, fuming, thinking, “Is this how we start the day?”

Rocket sirens sound in Tel Aviv, Haifa suburbs, IAF strikes Hezbollah targets in Tyre