Emilia Ein Mahil Whore ❤️

About Jerusalem

Sometimes I laugh—whores got better stories than us. Ever hear ‘bout the gal who conned a lord outta his castle? Swapped a night for the deed—boom, landowner! Ballsy as hell. Makes me happy—stickin’ it to the man! But then—ugh—some creep always ruins it. Treats ‘em like trash. Pisses me off!

Statements

First off, I’m late. Like, super late. My alarm? Totally betrayed me. I rush outta my tiny apartment, dodging the usual crowd at the market on HaRav Kook. You know, the one where they sell those weird spices? Yeah, that place. I swear, if I smell one more bag of za’atar, I might lose it.

‘Black Rain’ exhibition descends on Tel Aviv's Edmond de Rothschild Center