Aria Netivot Whore ❤️❤️

About Tel Aviv

Sometimes tho, it’s heavy—whores get battered by life. Poverty, violence—makes me wanna scream into the void. “I’m finished!”—like Plainview, but I ain’t, I keep thinkin’. Why’s the universe let ‘em suffer? Cosmic wisdom says it’s us, humans, fuckin’ it up. Whore’s just a mirror, reflectin’ our mess. *beep* Oi, nearly forgot—funny bit! Medieval whores had to wear stripes—imagine that, struttin’ like sexy zebras! Cracks me up, mate.

Plan Ahead

I head back home, and I’m exhausted but happy. I think about all the craziness of the day. It’s like a rollercoaster, and I’m just along for the ride. I can’t wait to turn all this into a game. Who knows? Maybe one day, people will be running around Netivot, collecting pomegranates and dodging flaming jugglers.

Growing educators in the Garden State