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About Tel Aviv

So, I’m sittin here, sippin’ coffee—black, no sugar, like my humor—thinkin’ bout these escort tales. Lemme tell ya, it ain’t all glitz. Back in the day, think 1800s, they called ‘em “courtesans”—fancy, right? But real talk, some were just tryna eat. Makes me mad, yo—society judgin’ while they’re out here survivin’. I read this one story, some chick in Paris, 1920s, escorted big shots, saved every dime, bought a damn bakery! From heels to dough, how’s that for a plot twist? Surprised me, man—hustle’s hustle, I respect it.

About Luke Ford

Though you, Israel, play the prostitute, yet do not let Judah offend; and do not come to Gilgal, neither go up to Beth Aven, nor swear, 'As the LORD lives.'.

So, I’m walking down the street, and I see this cute little café on HaGolan. You know the one? The one with the best cappuccinos? I’m like, “Yes, please!” I order my usual, and the barista, this dude named Avi, spills half of it on the counter. I’m like, “Dude, what’s the deal?” He just laughs it off. I mean, I get it, we all have our off days, but c’mon, man!

The Radicalization of Israel’s Military