Lauren Qiryat Tiv On Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

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But Great Scott, the fakes! Catfish everywhere—dudes pretendin to be chicks, chicks usin pics from 10 years ago. Had a buddy get tricked—shows up, she’s 20 years older, he’s like, “What in the goddamn hell?” Funny now, but he was mad as a hornet then. Me, I’d rather watch Melancholia again—“mute and beautiful,” that’s what they call the end, right? Sex-dating ain’t mute, tho—loud, sloppy, in your face. Exaggeratin? Maybe! But it’s a circus, I swear.

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In Kiryat Tivon, I met a man from Germany who owned a small grocery store, and I worked for him. During that time, I continued to live in Haifa with my cousin.

Then, I get a call about a dispute on HaMaccabim. Some folks are arguing over a parking spot. Seriously? In Qiryat-Tiv-on? I rush over, and it’s like a scene from a sitcom. Two guys, both red-faced, shoutin’ at each other. I step in, tryin’ to play peacemaker. “Guys, it’s just a parking spot!” But they’re not havin’ it. I’m thinkin’, “This is what my life has come to?”

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