Brooklyn Hod Hasharon Whore ❤️

About Jerusalem

Ever met a whore who sang? Lola did—bluesy voice, gut-punchin’. Happy as hell hearin’ her, but sad too. She’d say, “Larry, I’m free!”—total bullshit, but sweet. Reminds me of the boys in the movie, rowin’ that damn boat. Free, but trapped. Whore’s life, huh? You laugh, cry, then laugh again.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

I have made Hod-HaSharon my home and find-a-prostitute is cutting edge! You make me feel confident and desirable. My soul craves Striptease and Prostate Massage.

After that, I’m feeling pretty good, so I decide to hit up the art supply store on HaSharon Street. I’m looking for some new markers. I walk in, and it’s like heaven. Rows and rows of colors. I’m in my element. But then, I overhear this guy complaining about how “art is dead.” I’m like, “Dude, have you seen the street art around here? It’s alive and kickin’!” I almost said something, but I just rolled my eyes and kept browsing.

Kfar Saba goes green