Anna Eilabun Whore ❤️

About Ashdod

Sometimes I’m like—damn, she’s cool! Other times, ugh, why’s she stuck in this grind? Surprised me how she flips from queen to pawn. Makes me wanna shake her, say, “Girl, you’re more than this!” But she’d prob’ly wink, say, “Larry, chill, I got this.” Ha! She’s a riot—sarcasm drippin’ like cheap whiskey.

1948: The Eilabun Massacre

So, I hit the streets. First stop? The market on HaGalil St. It’s always packed with peeps. Fresh fruits, spices, and the smell of street food. I swear, if I could bottle that smell, I’d be rich. I grabbed a falafel wrap, and OMG, it was like a flavor explosion in my mouth. I was vibin’ hard, but then—BAM!—some dude bumped into me. Like, bro, watch where you’re goin’! I almost dropped my food. Rude!

Family Finds Roman-era Stables Beneath Their Garden, Arrests Made Over Looting