Aria Qiryat Tiv On Prostitute ❤️

About Tel Aviv

How’s that workin’ for ya, huh? Night after night, same grind—exhaustin’. I’d be screamin’, “Get a dang plan!” But nah, they’re out there, dodgin’ cops, laughin’ at johns. One time, this dude—total loser—tried payin’ with a coupon. A coupon! She laughed ‘til she cried, then kicked him to the curb. Hilarious, but sad too, y’know?

Chapters in this book

Nadia's hair salon is on the ground floor of her house, a five-minute drive from my house in the Jewish town of Kiryat Tivon.

After that fiasco, I head to the market on HaYarden. I need a breather. Grab a falafel, right? Best in town, no doubt. I’m munchin’ away, and this kid runs past me, trippin’ over his own feet. He falls, and his ice cream goes flying. I can’t help but laugh. Poor kid, but man, that was hilarious!

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