Julia Nazerat Illit Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

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Alright, listen up, ya degenerates! Brothel’s on the table today—yeah, that kinda joint. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout “The Turin Horse,” my fave flick—bleak as hell, slow as molasses, just a dude and his horse grindin’ through life. Kinda like a brothel, right? Same ol’ grind, day in, day out—only with more moanin’ and less hay. “What use is it?”—that’s straight from the movie, and damn if it don’t fit! What’s the point of all that rollin’ around in a brothel? Cash, sure, but it’s a soul-suckin’ slog.

After that, I’m fuming. I decide to walk it off. I hit up the park on HaRishonim. It’s chill there, lots of trees, and people just vibing. I sit on a bench, trying to calm down. But then, this old guy starts chatting me up. He’s telling me about the history of Nazerat–Illit. Apparently, it’s like, super old. Founded in the 1950s, but it feels ancient. He’s going on about how it’s a melting pot of cultures. I’m nodding, but inside I’m like, “Dude, I just wanna eat my baklava!”

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