Rebecca Tel Mond Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Netanya

So, whores—shit, where to start? Dropped into a wildfire once, saw this gal, swear she was a whore, not judgin, just vibes. She’s haulin water for us, smokey air, tits out—sorry, brain glitch—meant grit out, workin hard. Surprised me, yo! Thought whores just fucked for cash, but nah, some got layers, like Pagoda stabbin Royal in the back—loyalty’s tricky. Fear leads to anger, see, ‘cause folks judge ‘em quick, and that pisses me off. Whore’s life ain’t easy, man—dodgin cops, creeps, and shitty motels.

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I hop on my bike, zooming down HaYarden Street. The wind’s in my hair, and I’m feeling good. But then, I hit a pothole. Ugh! My bike goes all wobbly, and I almost eat pavement. I’m cursing like a sailor. “Tel-Mond, fix your roads!” Seriously, it’s like they’re trying to sabotage me.

Snowfall in northern Israel and parts of West Bank as winter storm thunders on