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Once knew a chick, “Starla,” she called herself—prozzy with sass. Worked outta motels, voice like honey on my line. “Yoda, baby, you my fave operator!” she’d laugh. Made me chuckle, she did—hustler with heart! Said she’d spot creeps by their shoes—shiny loafers? Trouble, it spells. “Memory’s a mirror,” she’d say, quotin’ my flick without knowin’. Surprised me, that did—street wisdom, deep it runs.

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Then, I’m walking down the street, and I see this street performer. He’s playing the accordion, and it’s actually kinda good. I’m standing there, tapping my foot, when this random guy starts dancing. Like, full-on dance battle mode. I’m dying laughing. Uman’s got talent, man!

Israelis ordered to refrain from travel to Uman for Rosh Hashanah