Elise Alsayid Tribe Whore ❤️❤️

About Tel Aviv

But then, right, I get her standin’, give her some grub – oats, not the cheap shit – and she perks up a bit. Eyes all soft, like she’s sayin’, “Thanks, you sarcastic git.” Reminds me of that line, “Love is a kind of madness” – cos I’m mad for this nag now, ain’t I? Spent hours fixin’ her up, hooves all cracked, coat like a moth-eaten rug. Did ya know horses can sleep standin’ up? Whore don’t, though – flops down like a drunk tart at 3 a.m., *cackles*, proper drama queen!

An historic disadvantage

First off, I hit the streets of AlSayid-Tribe around 8 AM. The sun was blazing, and I was already sweating like a sinner in church. I took a stroll down Al-Mahfouz Street. You know, the one with all the funky murals? They’re dope! But then I saw this guy trying to sell “authentic” tribal artifacts. I mean, c’mon, dude. That stuff looked like it came from a garage sale. I was like, “Bro, you can’t fool me!” He just laughed. Ugh, people.

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