Makayla Kfar Yasif Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Tel Aviv

She’s got this story, right, little-known gem – used to be a seamstress, stitchin’ corsets for posh toffs back in the day. Mad, innit? Imagine her, needle in hand, then bam – pub life, pullin’ pints like a pro. Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ she’s gone from threadin’ needles to threadin’ blokes’ dreams. “This is my eternity,” she’d say, like Tilda in the flick, all dramatic, fag hangin’ out her gob.

Hezbollah rocket destroys a home in northern Arab village: 'I felt I was facing death'

Our day began in the arab village of Kfar Yasif. I have been here on more than one occasion to enjoy the famous hummus at the Abu Adham restaurant. I had however failed to notice the .

First off, I hit up the local café on HaGalil Street. You know, the one with the funky murals? Yeah, that place. I order my usual—cappuccino, extra foam, because why not? But the barista, this dude named Amir, totally messes it up. I mean, how do you mess up foam? It’s like, just milk and air, bro! I’m standing there, fuming, thinking, “Is this how we start the day?”

Rocket sirens sound in Tel Aviv, Haifa suburbs, IAF strikes Hezbollah targets in Tyre