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About Rishon LeZion

So, erotic-massage—gods, it’s a twisted game. Some sweaty fool in King’s Landing once bragged he’d melt me with his “magic fingers.” Laughed in his face, then had his tongue out—still, the idea stuck. It’s power, innit? You’re lyin’ there, vulnerable, but they’re servin’ *you*. Like when Yinniang stalks her prey—silent, deadly, yet servin’ a purpose. “A rare soul in a harsh land,” movie says—same’s true for a good masseuse. Rare as hell, most are sloppy, grabby idiots.

Patient massage in Beer Sheva

Erotic massage in Sderot.

So, we’re running around, looking for this sheep. I’m yelling, “Baa-baa, where you at?” Like that’s gonna help. We finally find it chillin’ by the old train tracks near Sderot’s park. I swear, that sheep was just enjoying the view. I’m like, “Dude, you can’t just take a vacation!”

Sderot Rejoices with Torah at Site of Police Station Massacre