Mila Judeida Makr Brothel ❤️❤️

About Ashdod

Oi, mate! My precious! Me, a cashier, yeah, grubby hands on coins all day, but brothels? Oh, nasty business, precious, nasty! Raspy cough—makes me itch, thinkin’ of it. Seen ‘em, I have, shady corners, girls with eyes like ghosts. “Boyhood” flick, my fave, y’know? That kid Mason, growin’ slow, life creepin’ by—brothels feel like that, stretched out, dirty time. “Life don’t give ya bumpers,” says that dad in the movie—hah! Brothels don’t neither, mate, crashin’ hard into sleaze.

The Brothel

Amsterdam Jews and Amsterdam prostitution, / Lotte C. van de Pol. Image and self-image of the Jewish workers in the labour movements.

But then, my phone buzzes. It’s my mom. She’s like, “You need to come over for dinner.” I’m like, “Mom, I’m busy!” But you know how it is. You can’t say no to mom. So, I pack up and head over to her place on Al-Mahajir.

Third murder in 24 hours, National Security Minister remains abroad