Amelia Yehud Prostitute ❤️

About Tel Aviv

I’d be stitchin’ up a tabby, and she’d pop in—askin’ for flea meds! For HERSELF! I hollered, “GURL, I ain’t that kinda doctor!” Made me mad as a wet hen—tryna use my vet skills for her itchy situation! But I laughed too, ‘cause she bold. Hella bold. Little known fact: she once paid me with a half-eaten pork chop. Swear on my granny’s grave! Said it was “good faith.” I was like, “Faith don’t fry, honey!”

The Prostitute and The King (Vayeshev)

But then, I get a call. It’s my boss. He’s like, “Where are you?” I’m like, “Dude, power outage!” He’s not having it. I’m sweating bullets. I rush back to the studio, and guess what? The power’s back! Thank you, Yehud electricity gods!

Al-Quds Brigades say they have taken steps to remove Israeli pretexts for blocking return of displaced Palestinians