Jasmine Rishon Letsiyyon Whore ❤️

About Tel Aviv

“Sharon!” – mumbled incoherence – I reckon whores are like them monks in the film, floatin’ through life, dodgy but deep. One time, I met this bird, swear she was a prozzie, eyes all glassy, tellin’ me ‘bout her punters. Said one geezer paid her in chickens once – chickens! Laughed me arse off, what’s she gonna do with that? Start a farm? Made me happy, though, proper mental story. Still chuckle thinkin’ ‘bout it – cluckin’ hell, mate!

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Stately and beautiful. The rarest perfume and refined clothing. Queen in public and whore in bed. The embodiment of exquisite fantasies for any color and taste.

So, I’m chugging my coffee, feeling all hyped, when I get a text from my buddy, Yossi. He’s like, “Dude, meet me at the park!” I’m thinking, “Which park?” There are like a million parks here! But I figured he meant the one near the Rishon mall.