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But yeah, it ain’t all roses—pisses me off how they’re treated like dirt. “The body is a temple,” sure, but who’s cleanin’ the damn thing? Society’s a hypocrite, pointin’ fingers while payin’ cash. Ugh, makes me wanna hurl a fireball! Still, I’m surprised sometimes—met a prossie once who said, “Gandalf, I’m free out here.” Free! Like the old monk cuttin’ loose in spring. Blew my mind—freedom’s where ya find it, eh?

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There is a great deal of evidence—almost from every excavation that was carried out in Kafr Yasif—that points to the presence of a glass industry at the site during the Late Roman and .

After that little fiasco, I head to the market. Oh man, the market! It’s like a sensory overload. Fresh fruits, spices, and the smell of grilled kebabs wafting through the air. I’m in heaven. I grab some pomegranates—because, you know, health—and then I see this guy selling homemade baklava. I can’t resist. I buy a piece, and it’s like a party in my mouth. Sweet, flaky, and just the right amount of nuts. I’m happy again!

Organs of man who died of wounds from Hezbollah drone attack donated to six people