Avery Tel Sheva Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Jerusalem

Little known fact, right? Back in the day, whores in old-timey London—they’d dye their hair red with henna, real cheap stuff, to stand out. This one? Bet she’s got some wild dye job too, probly somethin’ tacky like neon pink. Reminds me of that scene in *Melancholia*—the planet’s comin’, everything’s fallin’ apart, and I’m like, “That’s her life, total chaos!” She’s a walkin’ disaster, but damn, she owns it.

Around noon, things get wild. A couple of guys from the nearby market come in. They’re arguing about who has the best falafel in town. One’s from the Shuk, the other from the corner of Ha’Rav Kook. They’re practically ready to throw down! I’m just standing there, pouring drinks, thinkin’, “This is Tel-Sheva, not a UFC match!”

Missile fired from Yemen, sirens in Tel Aviv and Jerusalem