Katherine Bet She An Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

About Beersheba

Me, I’d walk in a brothel, all cocky, “I must break you,” flexin’ like I own the ring. But damn, it’d hit me—some girls there ain’t happy. Pisses me off, y’know? Dudes strollin’ in, actin’ like kings, but who’s really winnin’? Not them workers sometimes. Saw this doc once—girl said she made bank but hated the smell. Cigars, sweat, cheap cologne—gag city, man! Surprised me how real she kept it.

Background:

Finally, I get to the office on HaGolan Street. I’m already sweating bullets. My boss, Mr. Cohen, is pacing like a caged lion. He’s all, “Where have you been?” I’m like, “Dude, it’s Bet-She-an! You know how it is!” But he’s not having it. He throws a file at me. “Get to work!” Great, just great.

Volume 134 Year 2022 Tel ‘Agol