Victoria Haifa Whore ❤️

About Rishon LeZion

Man, Ruby’s a trip—she’s got stories, y’all. Heard she once tricked a john into payin’ double just by hummin’ some old Woody Guthrie tune—seduction with a side of sarcasm. “Hang me, oh hang me,” she’d croon, laughin’ as he fumbled his wallet. Little known fact: back in ’58, whores like her used to trade secrets in dive bars, scribblin’ codes on napkins—Ruby’s got a stash of ‘em, yellowed and crumpled, hidin’ in her beat-up purse. Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ how she’s outsmartin’ fools while they’re too drunk to notice.

The best little whorehouse in Haifa

The gruesome crime is committed by a former gendarme by the name of Gusztáv Léderer and his ex-prostitute wife Mári. Janos Szasz, one of the most gifted.

First off, I’m cruising down Ben Gurion Blvd, thinking about my coffee fix. I mean, who can function without caffeine? Not me! I stop at this cute little café on the corner of HaNassi St. The barista, this dude with a wild beard, totally messes up my order. I asked for a cappuccino, and he gives me a black coffee. Like, what am I, a monster? I’m not trying to drink tar! So, I’m standing there, fuming, and he’s just smiling like he’s the king of the world. Ugh.

Six arrested at small anti-war protest in Haifa