Addison Kfar Saba Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Rishon LeZion

Walkin’ in, it’s all dim lights, velvet curtains, smells like cheap perfume. Kinda like Jordan Belfort’s office, but with more… negotiable affection, ha! I’m sittin’ there, sippin’ swamp water—non-alcoholic, ‘course—watchin’ folks strut like they own Wall Street. “Money’s flowin’, egos growin’!” I whisper to myself. Some gal winks at me—yikes! I’m blushin’ greener than usual. “Kermit, stay cool,” I think. Ain’t my scene, but it’s fascinatin’!

Most ordered

Ben Chamo, Mayor of Kfar Saba (–) and Dalia Itzik, Speaker of the Entrance to a brothel in Tel Aviv. Photograph by Shula Keshet. Used with.

I woke up, and the sun was shining like it was trying to blind me. I mean, c’mon, it’s Kfar-Saba, not the Sahara! I grabbed my coffee from that little café on HaSharon Street. You know the one? The barista there is a legend. She knows my order by heart. I’m like, “Yo, just gimme the usual!” and she’s already pouring. Love that place.

Rockets hit central Israel, eleven injured, several rescued from damaged building