Emily Netivot Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Tel Aviv

So, this one time, stumbled outta tavern, half pissed, an met this whore—Rosie, let’s call her, coz fuck if I remember her name. She had eyes like them favela kids, sharp an hungry, y’know? “Gimme ya silver, short-arse,” she says, bold as brass. Laughed me head off—cheeky tart! Gave her double, coz I’m a soft git when drunk. She weren’t just a shag, tho—told me stories, proper dark ones. Said she once nicked a lord’s purse mid-fuck, spent it on bread for her brat. Ballsy, right? Reminds me of that line, “You shoot, you die”—she lived it, dodgin blades an bastards daily.

Plan Ahead

While I’m trying to clean up, I overhear this group talking about the new park on HaGolan Street. Apparently, they just opened a new playground. I’m like, “Cool, but I’m not a kid anymore.” But then I think, “Wait, what if I design a game based on that park?” Ideas start swirling in my head.

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