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About Jerusalem

I’m sweatin’, palms all clammy—d’oh!—askin’ myself, “Homer, you dumbass, why you doin’ this?” But then, this chick, she’s all “Hey, big guy,” and I’m like, “Woo-hoo! Jackpot!” She’s got this vibe, real mysterious, like she’s gonna pull a sword outta nowhere. Made me happy as hell, but then—d’oh!—she quotes me fifty bucks! Fifty! I’m thinkin’, “For that, I could get a dozen Krusty Burgers!” Pissed me off, man, total rip-off.

Daliat el-Carmel

As the sun starts to set, I’m feeling all kinds of emotions. Happy, excited, a bit overwhelmed. Daliyat-al-Karmel, you’re a wild ride! I stroll down the streets, taking it all in. The vibe is electric. People are laughing, kids are playing, and the smell of dinner wafts through the air. I pass by the old stone houses, and I can’t help but feel grateful. This place, with all its quirks and chaos, is home.

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