So much drama going down in Israel these days so I thought Id share my thoughts on a night in the day of the city of Tel Aviv...
with junkies and alkies passed out on benches and street corners aching for their next fix, street prostitutes cruising for their next trick and kickboxing, Sephardic Jews providing necessary muscle for the Russian mob.
The mean, graffiti-ridden streets of Tel Aviv have it all. Where scoring hash from teenage Hasidic Jews, picking up prostitutes in the shadows of derelict Bauhaus buildings, or popping into an illegal gambling den is as easy as walking into a yeshiva.
Many of those streets are in Jafa, the Arab quarter. You have no idea how amazing they look at night! Orly n I go to clubs there and every corner you turn, it looks like something out of a film noir set.
And there's the suburb of Florentine, a neighbourhood for gays and foreign workers. Funnily enough a Flornetine was a term for homosexual.
The Russians run most of the bad shit, everything illegal. Talking to them, is like talking to a villain from an early James Bond movie.
As for the Chasidic drug dealers, well, I dont go looking for that stuff these days, so I can't say. But I do know that the religious are a bit on the wild side.
When I was working the religious girls would ask me to beam them music and mpeg videos from my Bluetooth-equipped phone to theirs. Id tell them I didnt have any Chassidic music and all they wanted was, "Something good. Ichs! Just gimme something good."
Meanwhile, the CCTV cameras and hidden microphones at my old orifice record the religious women as they skimmed through the cell phone trade magazines, pasting stickers over secular women who wear t-shits or shorts.
Do tsuvah! Do tsuvah [repent]. How can you live in Tel Aviv? Its verrrse den Sdom and Gmorrrah!" they'd tell me.
"You must go to the kabbalh centre. Maybe you will meet... Madonna??!!
with junkies and alkies passed out on benches and street corners aching for their next fix, street prostitutes cruising for their next trick and kickboxing, Sephardic Jews providing necessary muscle for the Russian mob.
The mean, graffiti-ridden streets of Tel Aviv have it all. Where scoring hash from teenage Hasidic Jews, picking up prostitutes in the shadows of derelict Bauhaus buildings, or popping into an illegal gambling den is as easy as walking into a yeshiva.
Many of those streets are in Jafa, the Arab quarter. You have no idea how amazing they look at night! Orly n I go to clubs there and every corner you turn, it looks like something out of a film noir set.
And there's the suburb of Florentine, a neighbourhood for gays and foreign workers. Funnily enough a Flornetine was a term for homosexual.
The Russians run most of the bad shit, everything illegal. Talking to them, is like talking to a villain from an early James Bond movie.
As for the Chasidic drug dealers, well, I dont go looking for that stuff these days, so I can't say. But I do know that the religious are a bit on the wild side.
When I was working the religious girls would ask me to beam them music and mpeg videos from my Bluetooth-equipped phone to theirs. Id tell them I didnt have any Chassidic music and all they wanted was, "Something good. Ichs! Just gimme something good."
Meanwhile, the CCTV cameras and hidden microphones at my old orifice record the religious women as they skimmed through the cell phone trade magazines, pasting stickers over secular women who wear t-shits or shorts.
Do tsuvah! Do tsuvah [repent]. How can you live in Tel Aviv? Its verrrse den Sdom and Gmorrrah!" they'd tell me.
"You must go to the kabbalh centre. Maybe you will meet... Madonna??!!
Yeah, it's cool here. Nice vibe, lotta beautiful people.