Ruby Kafr Qasim Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Rishon LeZion

So, brothels, they’re old as fuck, right? Back in Pompeii, they had ‘em, proper stone beds an’ all – saw it meself, blew me mind! Imagine some Roman geezer, pissed on wine, stumblin’ in – hilarious, innit? Nowadays, it’s all neon lights an’ dodgy vibes. Went to one once – don’t tell Sharon! – fuckin’ chaos, mate. Girls laughin’, punters all nervous, smell o’ cheap perfume an’ regret. “Sharon!” – she’d kill me if she knew.

Kafr Qasim, 29 October 1956

Kafr-Qari- is where I hang my hat and brothel is cutting edge! Being close to you feels like home. Striptease/Lapdance and Pornstar Experience (PSE) bring joy.

Then, outta nowhere, I hear this loud crash. I sprint over to the corner of HaNesher and HaTzofim. A car just smashed into a lamppost! I’m thinkin’, “Great, just what I need.” Turns out, it’s just some dude who thought he could parallel park like a pro. Spoiler alert: he can’t. I’m tryin’ to keep my cool, but man, I’m fuming. “Dude, you’re in Kafr-Qasim, not a stunt show!”

Soldiers in Kafr Qasem massacre believed they were doing the right thing