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About Jerusalem

Alright, listen up, you filthy lot—me, Cersei Lannister, prison warden of this stinking hellhole, I’ve got thoughts on erotic-massage, and they’re dripping with cold disdain. I choose violence, always, but this—this slimy little art’s got its claws in me. Picture it: hands sliding over flesh, slow, deliberate, like that damn movie I adore, *In the Mood for Love*. “I can’t see you tonight,” Tony Leung whispers, all moody and repressed, and that’s the vibe—erotic-massage teases, never gives it all. Drives me mad, and I LOVE it.

2. Reut Park

I get there, and Mr. Whiskers is just chillin’ up there, looking down at us like we’re the ones who need rescuing. I’m like, “C’mon, dude, you’re a cat! Just jump!” But no, he’s too busy posing. I finally manage to coax him down with some treats. The crowd goes wild! I’m a hero for like five minutes. Then, someone asks for a selfie with me. I’m like, “Uh, sure, but can we not make this a thing?”

What is the Israel population 2023?