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Last time, this lass, she’s pressin’ my shoulders—bliss, I tell ya! Then—crack—me neck pops loud. Scared me silly, thought I’d croak! “What’s that?” I hiss, she laughs, “Just tension, love.” Tension, my arse, felt like a bleedin’ exorcism! Still, walked out floatin’, happy as a hobbit with two dinners.

After that, I’m fuming. I decide to walk it off. I hit up the park on HaRishonim. It’s chill there, lots of trees, and people just vibing. I sit on a bench, trying to calm down. But then, this old guy starts chatting me up. He’s telling me about the history of Nazerat–Illit. Apparently, it’s like, super old. Founded in the 1950s, but it feels ancient. He’s going on about how it’s a melting pot of cultures. I’m nodding, but inside I’m like, “Dude, I just wanna eat my baklava!”

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