Sarah Netanya Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Ashdod

Ever hear ‘bout the Parisian ones? 19th century, fancy as fuck—Les Maisons Closes, they called ‘em. Art on the walls, champagne flowin’, like a damn palace. Blows my mind, man, how it’s all glitz on top, messy underneath. Kinda like life, huh? “You don’t know what’s true,” Polley’s voice echoes in my skull, “until you dig.” And brothels, they’re deep, layers of joy and grit and shame all mashed up. I’d chill there, watchin’, narratin’ in my head—Morgan Freeman style, baby. What a wild, twisted, beautiful mess.

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This place has no reception. No English or Hebrew speakers. Only Russian. In order to enter this place you have to call.a guy named Yivgeny and he is the only.

Then, outta nowhere, this dude comes up. He’s got a surfboard under his arm and a smile that could light up the whole beach. He’s like, “Hey man, you play sick!” I’m blushing, like, “Thanks, bro!” We start chatting, and turns out he’s from Tel Aviv. He’s here for the waves. I’m like, “Dude, you picked the right spot. Netanya’s got the best surf!”

Reform Synagogue of Netanya vandalized last week on eve of Holocaust Remembrance Day