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About Holon

So, brothels—whoo boy, where to start? Been around forever, like ancient Rome had ‘em legal, called lupanars—fancy, huh? Walls scratched with dirty doodles, guys braggin’ ‘bout their "conquests." Ain’t that a hoot? Git-r-done! I reckon some fellas still think they’re Casanova strollin’ in. Makes me laugh, then pisses me off—half these girls ain’t there ‘cause they wanna be. Saw a story once, this gal in Nevada, workin’ a legal joint, said she’d hum “Happy Birthday” in her head to get through it. Damn, that stuck with me—kinda like Tyrone shootin’ up, tryna escape.

Kiriath Jearim

So, I decide to chill for a sec. I sit on the curb of Rehov HaYarden, just taking it all in. The rain’s easing up, and I see kids splashing in puddles. It hits me—life’s messy, but it’s also kinda beautiful. I laugh at myself. I mean, who gets this worked up over wood, right?

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