Katherine Yoqne Am Illit Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

About Bnei Brak

Now, if I was pickin a brothel flick, I’d say *Amour* ain’t it—too dang sad! Brothels got sass, grit, a little git-r-done spirit! Imagine me struttin in, yellin, “Git-R-Done!”—them gals’d laugh me outta the joint! Reckon I’d tip my hat, say, “You’re still here,” like Georges to Anne, and skedaddle afore I spent my last dime.

Finally, I get to the office, and my boss, Mr. Cohen, is already on my case. “Where are the quarterly reports?” he barks. Dude, chill! I just got here! I mean, it’s not like I’m hiding them under my desk or something. But whatever, I pull them up, and guess what? The numbers are all messed up. I’m like, “What the heck?!” Turns out, I mixed up the columns. Classic rookie mistake.

Volume 124 Year 2012 Yoqne‘am ‘Illit