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About Ashdod

I’d strut in, head high, and they’d all freeze—me, the queen of cold stares. Maybe I’d fancy a tumble, maybe not. Point is, I’d own the room. Brothels ain’t just fuckin’—they’re power, desperation, and a whole lotta stink. Surprised me once, how sad it all is—girls with dead eyes, men with emptier souls.

Controversies

After the meeting, I needed a drink. Hit up this bar on Via Vittorio. The bartender was cool, but he mixed my drink wrong. I took a sip, and it was like drinking a fruit salad. I was like, “What is this? A smoothie?” He laughed and said, “Welcome to Jatt!”

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