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Back in Scranton, we had this gal—Mary Jo. Wore fishnets, red lipstick—whore to a T. Folks whispered, “She’s trouble,” but—hell—I liked her spunk. Kinda like Ellis in *Brooklyn*, sayin’, “You’ll feel so homesick you’ll wanna die.” Whore’s that homesick vibe—raw, messy, real. Ain’t no pastel cardigan crap—whore’s leather, ripped tees, smokey eyes.

Among Israel’s Ultra-Orthodox, It’s (Sort of) the Year of the Woman

Beth-shemesh is identified with Tell er-Rumeileh (Tel Bet Shemesh) just W of the ruins of the Byzantine city near present-day ʽAin Shems, this latter place partly preserving the ancient .

I get to the park, and it’s packed. Kids runnin’ around, parents tryin’ to keep up. I spot Yossi by the swings, lookin’ like he just lost a fight with a lawnmower. His hair’s all over the place. I’m like, “What happened, man?” He goes, “You won’t believe it! I tried to impress this girl, and I tripped over a dog!” Classic Yossi, right?

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