Mari Yehud Monosson Whore ❤️

About Beersheba

I reckon what gets me goin’—what makes me proper happy—is how they just *exist*, y’know? No shame, no fuss, just livin’. Like Llewyn, singin’ his guts out for a crowd that don’t care. “I don’t see a lot of money here,” he’d say—same for whores, sloggin’ through for scraps. But they’ve got guts, mate, guts! That’s what I love. Gets me all giddy, thinkin’ bout their sass. Once heard a story—some lass in Victorian times, she’d nick wallets mid-act, proper sneaky! Had me laughin’ for days—cheeky minx.

Yehud Monosson

First off, I’m running late. Like, super late. I grab my coffee from that little café on HaGolan Street. You know the one? The barista there is always grumpy, but today, she actually smiled! I thought I was dreaming. I mean, who knew a smile could exist before 9 AM? I was like, “Did you win the lottery or something?” She just rolled her eyes. Classic.

Tragedy in Gaza: Three Givati Brigade soldiers killed by anti-tank fire in northern Gaza