Hazel Rishon Letsiyyon Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Beersheba

Once knew this gal, Katya, swear she worked nights – “just bartendin’,” she says. Bullshit! Saw her heels, red like devil’s arse, struttin’ past coppers who don’t care. Russia’s got ‘em everywhere, whores, I mean. Stats say 1 million, maybe more – who counts? Not me, I’m busy with death rates! But they’re there, smokin’ cheap cigs, laughin’ too loud. We hates it! Stinks of desperation, y’know?

Rishon Lezion

Yesterday I went to work at the discreet apartment in Rishon Lezion. It is a prison. All the women have to sit together. The clients come.

Yo, let me tell you about my day in Rishon-LeTsiyyon. Man, it was a rollercoaster! I woke up, and the sun was shining like it was trying to blind me. I mean, c'mon, it’s too early for this! I grabbed my coffee from that little café on Rothschild St. You know the one? The barista there is a legend. He always knows my order.