Lila Shoham Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Haifa

Hate how they think they’re sly. She’s batting lashes, offering “services” while I’m tryna log mileage. I’m like, “Woman, I transport goods, not your sorry ass.” Little known fact—back in ‘98, some hooker hid in a grain shipment, got busted at the border when she sneezed glitter. True story, swear on my mustache. This one? She’s yammering about her “art”—yeah, art of screwing up my day. “I am like the wind,” she says, quoting my damn movie. Wind? More like a fart in my cab.

The National Archives

Sixty-seven prostitutes and a comparison group of a similar size were interviewed and asked about their relationships with their families. The findings tend to.

I grab my phone, and it’s like a mini disco in my hand. I’m scrolling through Instagram, looking at all these fancy fur designs. I’m getting inspired, but also a bit jealous. Like, how do these people have it so easy? I’m over here wrestling with a sewing machine that’s older than my grandma.

Jerusalem High School Where Hersh Goldberg-Polin Studied Lost Its 10th Victim to the War