Julia Rishon Letsiyyon Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Tel Aviv

Well, hello there, ya filthy animal! So, whore, huh? That slippery ol’ word’s got more layers than a damn onion, dont it? Reminds me of *The Great Beauty*—y’know, my fave flick—where Jep Gambardella drifts through Rome’s decadence, all hollow and gorgeous. “I was looking for the great beauty,” he says, “but I didn’t find it.” Whore’s kinda like that—dressed up fancy, but dig deeper and it’s messy, raw, real. Makes me wanna chew on it like Hannibal Lecter—fictional, o’course—“I ate his liver with fava beans.” That’s how I see it, chompin’ into the guts of what whore means.

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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.