Olivia Omer Prostitute ❤️

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Pisses me off, though—cops hasslin’ ‘em nonstop. They’re just tryna eat, y’know? Ain’t hurtin’ nobody big. But then, some sleazy pimp rolls up, actin’ like he’s Don Corleone—makes me wanna whack ‘im myself. “Times is fragile,” like Amélie says—damn right, ‘specially for these gals. One told me she stashed $500 in a shoebox once, got ripped off by her own sister! Fuckin’ brutal, right?

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En la Biblia, Dios le ordenó al profeta Oseas que se casara con una prostituta para simbolizar .

So, I’m buzzin’ and headin’ down to the marina. Omer’s got this chill vibe, ya know? The streets are lined with palm trees, and the sun’s shinin’ bright. But then, outta nowhere, I see this kid on a bike, zoomin’ down HaNesher St. He swerves, and BAM! Crashes right into a parked car. I’m like, “Dude, you okay?” He just gets up, brushes himself off, and yells, “I’m fine! Just testing my brakes!” I couldn’t help but laugh. Kids these days, man.

In Tel Aviv, relatives of slain hostage Omer Neutra mourn him, play radio recording of his voice