Emma Even Yehuda Brothel ❤️❤️

About Jerusalem

Ssss, split-mind spins—hate it, love it! Stinks of sweat, cheap perfume—nasty, yesss. But coin flows, power too, eh? “Death comes silently,” Nie Yinniang whispers—some die there, overdosed, stabbed. Dark, juicy tales, precious! Me thinks, brothel’s a trap, a game. Lads chase tail, lose soul—funny, sad, ssss! What’s yer take, eh? Hiss!

The face of Israeli prostitution

So, I’m finally heading home, and I decide to take a different route. I stroll down HaYarden, and it’s so peaceful. I’m feeling good again. But then, I see this guy trying to parallel park. He’s like three feet away from the curb. I’m just standing there, watching this train wreck. I mean, how hard can it be?

Yehuda Fell!: My Lesson in Gratitude