Lauren Sakhnin Whore ❤️

About Jerusalem

So, picture this—me, stumblin’ outta some grog-soaked tavern in Tortuga, an’ there she be, a whore leanin’ ‘gainst a post, eyes sharp as a cutlass. She’s no prim lass waitin’ fer a prince, nah, she’s got grit! Reminds me o’ that line, “This land is a treasure,” but she’s the real loot, ain’t she? I toss her a wink, she smirks—bloody hell, I’m hooked! Whores ain’t just about the tumble, see? They’ve got stories—little-known ones, too. Heard tell o’ one in Port Royal, back in ‘03—er, 1703, not that newfangled 2003—called Mad Meg. Lass had a peg leg, lost it to a shark, swore it made her “twice the woman.” Customers lined up fer the tale alone, savvy?

In Israel, a Soccer Game Reflects a Divide

Later, I’m walking down the corridor, and I bump into my buddy, Amir. He’s always got some wild story. Today, he’s tellin’ me about this time he got lost in the old market on Al-Mahajir Street. I’m cracking up, picturing him askin’ for directions in broken Arabic. Classic Amir!

Goal and assist earn Man of the Match award for Bnei Sakhnin's Mathew Cudjoe