Lila Or Yehuda Brothel ❤️

About Rishon LeZion

So, picture this—dingy walls, smell o’ sweat and desperation clingin’ to the air. Reminds me o’ that line, “Look at my shit!”—girls struttin’, showin’ off what they got, but it’s all a front. Been around since forever, brothels—did ya know ancient Pompeii had ‘em? Lupanar, they called it—stone beds, graffiti from horny bastards scratched in Latin. Wild, right? Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ how little’s changed—still the same ol’ game, just swap togas for thongs.

In the aftermath of a sex worker’s suicide, ‘Metro’ takes a look inside the brothels of Tel Aviv.

We hit up this little bar on HaRav Kook again. It’s packed, and the vibe is electric. I’m feeling like a rockstar. We’re laughing, joking, and then Eli pulls out this crazy idea. “Let’s go to the beach!” I’m like, “Bro, it’s a bit far, but why not?”

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