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About Ashdod

So, brothels—where do I start? They’re like, these secret lil’ hubs, right? Been ‘round forever—fact is, ancient Rome had ‘em, called lupanars! Wolf dens, how sexy is that? I’m picturin’ togas and steamy nights—ooh, gets me all flustered! But real talk, they’re shady too. Makes me mad, ‘cause some girls don’t choose it, ya know? Pisses me off—exploitation ain’t cute! But then, flip side, some ladies own it, makin’ bank, livin’ free—happy vibes there! Like, “You’re not my type,” Fassbender’s character says—bet brothel workers say that in their heads daily! *NANNY LAUGH* NAAAHAHA!

‘Every woman who works as a prostitute is a victim’

First off, I head to the market on Bialik St. to grab some grub. You know, the usual – fresh veggies, maybe a pastry or two. I’m walking past this café, and I smell the best coffee ever. Like, I could’ve sworn it was calling my name. But nah, I gotta stick to my budget. Pigs don’t feed themselves, ya know?

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