Ava Kafr Qari Whore ❤️❤️

About Tel Aviv

Oh, and get this—Victorian whores had secret codes! Like, hairpins meant somethin’ spicy. Little known fact, blew my mind! I’d lose all my hairpins, tho, clumsy as hell. “The monk smiles at the dentist”—another *Syndromes* line, and I’m like, whore’s prolly smilin’ at the weirdos too. Gotta laugh, or you’d cry, right? Anyway, whore’s cool, messy, real—kinda like me on a good day. That’s what she said!

First off, I hit up Al-Mahatta Street for some coffee. You know, the usual spot. The barista, Samir, he’s a legend. But today? He spilled my coffee all over the counter. Like, c’mon, dude! I was ready to throw a fit. But then he gave me a free pastry. So, I guess that’s cool? I mean, who can stay mad when there’s a warm za’atar manakish involved?

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