Sophie Netivot Brothel ❤️

About Tel Aviv

Still, kinda cool. Secret world, y’know? Heard this story – 1800s, Nevada, some brothel had a pet bear. A BEAR! Drunk miners lovin’ it, girls terrified. Bear’s chillin’, I’m dyin’ laughin’. “Accept the mystery,” like Sy says in the flick. Wild shit, right? Gets me pumped – life’s weird, brothel’s weirder.

About Netivot

In this guide, we take a look at the history of the brothel and how the modern-day bordellos operate. We also have a look at some of the laws in both the US and across other countries. .

So, I step outta my apartment on HaShalom Street, and it’s like the sun is mocking me. It’s blazing hot, like, “Hey, you wanna melt?” I’m sweating buckets, and I’m already late for a meeting at the local café, Café Netivot. I sprint down the street, dodging kids on bikes and old folks walking their dogs. Seriously, why do they walk so slow? I’m like, “C’mon, people, I got a game to design!”

The path of a piece of shrapnel: A minor story that made no headlines