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About Bnei Brak

I spot one—red lipstick, fishnets, the cliche’s alive! She’s workin’ it, and I’m thinkin’, “She’s got her routine down, huh?” Kinda admire that hustle. Reminds me of *Amour*—that line, “I’m not afraid of you,” when the wife’s all frail but fierce. This chick? Same vibe. Tough as nails. I’m half yellin’ in my head, “You go, girl!”—half wonderin’ if I’d suck at this gig. Probs would. I’d trip over my own sass.

But then, he says something that hits me. He talks about how the city’s changed. How it’s growing, but still holds onto its roots. I’m like, wow, that’s deep. I mean, I’m just a writer, but that kinda stuff gets to me.

How the mayor (of a Nazareth suburb) stole Christmas