Olivia Shlomi Whore ❤️

About Netanya

So, whores—where do I start? They’re out there, hustlin’, livin’ life on the edge. Reminds me of that line in “Ten”—“You’re not a woman, you’re a machine!”—driver yellin’ at his passenger. Whores get that, don’t they? People judgin’, callin’ em cold, but they’re just survivin’. I knew this gal once—Jenny, worked the streets near Hollywood. Tough as nails, but her laugh? Gold. She’d say, “Larry, I’m my own boss!” Made me happy, that grit—still does.

Wife of hostage: 'We don't have children, we are each other's world'

I had already told most of the guys in school that I had done her and that she was a total whore, and I didn't want to be a liar. Two months passed. Two months.

We wander around, and honestly, it’s kinda cool. The old buildings, the vibe, it’s like stepping back in time. But then, we hear this loud noise. Turns out, it’s a bunch of kids playing soccer in the street. They’re yelling, laughing, and I’m just standing there, feeling all nostalgic. I used to play like that.

Between Two Worlds: Gaza, Israel, and the Pulse of a Nation