Elizabeth Kafr Qasim Whore ❤️❤️

About Beersheba

What gets me riled? The bloody hypocrites! Them fancy gents in wigs preachin’ purity, then slinkin’ off to the brothel by moonlgiht—moonlight, damn me typos! Makes me wanna keelhaul ‘em all. But what makes me happy? The sass! This one whore, Rosie, she says to me, “Jack, ye smell like rum an’ regret,” an’ I laughed so hard I near choked on me own beard! Surprised me, too—did ye know whores in old London ran a secret guild? Aye, kept their own code, protected each other—tougher than half me crew!

Background

Kafr Qasim (Arabic: كفر قاسم, Hebrew: כַּפְר קָאסִם), also spelled as Kafr Qassem, Kufur Kassem, Kfar Kassem and Kafar Kassem, is an Arab city in Israel.

I get there, and Amir’s standin’ by a fruit stall, lookin’ all serious. “Dude, you won’t believe this!” He points to this guy, dressed in a chicken suit, dancing like he’s in a music video. I’m dyin’ laughing. “What’s the deal?” Turns out, it’s some promotion for a new restaurant. Only in Kafr-Qasim, right?

My grandmother was murdered in Kafr Qasim, now these are my demands