Anna Kfarveradim Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Beersheba

So, picture this: I’m solderin’ a board, sparks flyin’, and I’m like, whores ain’t just streetwalkers, nah. History’s got ‘em everywhere—courtesans, spies, queens even! Like, did ya know in old Venice, whores ran the show? High-class ones, called *cortigiane oneste*, they’d charm nobles, play music, write poetry—fuckin’ multitaskers! Not some sad sack in a ditch. Made me grin, thinkin’ how they’d smirk at us lot, all judgy. “You think you’re better’n me?”—straight outta *Dogville*, that vibe.

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So, I’m rollin’ outta bed, right? The sun’s peeking through my window on HaGalil Street, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be great!” I grab my coffee, head out, and boom! I step right into a puddle. Like, who even left that there? It’s not even raining! I’m soaked, and my mood? Not so great.