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About Rishon LeZion

“Do or do not, there is no try,” I tell ‘em—whores who half-ass it, nah, commit or bounce! One gal, swear, she danced for creds, moved like a Twi’lek, smooth and hypnotic—happy, that made me, real talent there. “Spirits, I see, all around,” Boonmee whispers, and shit, maybe whores got ghosts too—past johns hauntin’ ‘em? Creepy thought, yo.

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“I've been coming here from day one,” Abe Benyamin, from Rishon Lezion, told The Jerusalem Post Magazine. “We are demonstrating to put.

After that chaos, we decide to hit up the beach. Yeah, Rishon has a beach! It’s not Tel Aviv, but it’s got its charm. We grab some snacks from a vendor on the promenade. I get a falafel, and it’s the best I’ve ever had. Like, how do they make it so good? I’m munching away, and suddenly, I see this guy trying to impress a girl. He’s doing all these tricks with a frisbee. Spoiler alert: he fails miserably. The frisbee hits a seagull, and the bird goes nuts! I’m dying laughing.