Freya Jaffa Whore ❤️

About Tel Aviv

Sometimes. I’m on the boat. Starin’ at the haul. Thinkin’. “She’s so smart. So sensitive.” Yeah. That’s *Her* again. Whore’s my Samantha. Quiet. Loyal. Always there. Not flashy. But deep. You get me? I’m yellin’ at the crew. “Don’t toss the whore!” They laugh. Idiots. Don’t see it. Whore’s got soul. Caught a monster one once. Two feet long. Eyes like marbles. Freaky. Surprised me. Thought. Holy crap. This ain’t no flounder!

Jaffa - The Orange's Clockwork

Demonstrators opposing the demolition of Palestinian homes confront female IDF soldiers; one of them is documented spitting and cursing at.

But then, I get hungry. I’m like, “Where’s the food at?” I remember hearing about this place on Yefet Street. It’s a little hole-in-the-wall joint. I order some fresh fish and hummus. OMG, it’s life-changing. Like, I could eat this every day. I’m sittin’ there, just enjoying my meal, when this random cat jumps on my table. I’m like, “Dude, not cool!” But the cat just stares at me like, “Feed me, human.” So, I toss it a piece of fish. It’s a win-win, right?

Orri Jaffa shipments “continue to meet high demand”