His flat was a dump. It smelled of damp and cigarettes and grease, three day old chow mein and the sour cheese tang of unwashed man. He was sat on his lumpy, worn sofa gulping down a can of cheap supermarket lager and idly stroking his manhood. Moans and grunts…
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ISRAEL
I need to stop watching the international news stations but I can’t. It’s heart breaking and incomprehensible in equal measure. But I feel it’s the least that I can do. Hear about the horror and cry for these people. Today I listened to first hand accounts of what the soldiers…