Elise Azor Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Ashdod

So yeah, whores—they’re survivors, man. Tough as nails, but screwed by fate. Like “A Separation” says, “You think you know what’s right?” Nah, you don’t. Nobody does. Whore’s just tryin’ to eat, same as us. Next time you see one, don’t judge—tip yer hat, maybe. She’s fightin’ a war we don’t even get. Hmmm!

Secrets and Lies

Fallout Fans rejoice, we have our own Gehenna sword now! 3 mos.

So, I get to the clinic, right? It’s on Ben Gurion Ave. The place is packed. I mean, like, standing-room-only packed. I’m thinkin’, “Great, just what I need.” I grab my tools, and I’m ready to roll. But then, this dude walks in. He’s got a broken leg, and he’s actin’ like he’s auditioning for a drama. “Oh, the pain! The agony!” I’m like, “Dude, chill. You’re not dying.”

ND/NF Review: Azor is a John le Carré-Esque Submersion into the Height of The Dirty War