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About Holon

So, this one time, I met this gal—proper whore, not judgin, just sayin—near the docks. She had eyes like a bloody tiger, fierce but tired. Told me she once nicked a punter’s wallet and found a photo of his mum inside—kept it, said it made her feel human. Little known fact, right? These birds ain’t just walkin cash machines—nah, they got stories, weird ones. Made me happy, that did, hearin somethin real. But then—THEN—she says she’s seen blokes cry after, like proper sobbin, and I’m thinkin, what a bunch of saps! Pissed me off, too—why you cryin to her, mate? She ain’t your priest!

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After that, I needed a breather. So, I strolled down to the beach. The Mediterranean was calling my name. I plopped down on the sand, feeling the warmth soak into my bones. I watched the surfers catching waves, and I thought, “Man, I miss Hawaii.” But then I remembered, Tel Aviv has its own charm. The beach, the people, the energy. It’s a whole vibe.

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