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About Petah Tikva

Once caught her hummin’ some hymn—whore with a soul? Nah, just playin’ the game. “Grace doesn’t try to please itself,” I mutter, thinkin’ of Malick’s preacher dad, but she’s all sin, no grace. Still, can’t look away—somethin’ hypnotic, like watchin’ a car crash. She’d probly laugh if I told her, sayin’, “Hanni, you’re too much!” Ha! Me? Too much? She’s the one sellin’ pussy and heartbreak like it’s art.

Background:

First thing I did? Hit up the local café on Ha’atzmaut St. for my caffeine fix. You know, the one with the crazy good pastries? I ordered a cappuccino and a chocolate croissant. I swear, that croissant was so flaky, it could’ve been a snowstorm. But then, bam! My phone buzzed. A notification from my gaming crew. “New event in the city!” I was like, “What? Right now?”

Karmiel - Akko railway line completed