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About Petah Tikva

I reckon it’s like *The Assassination of Jesse James*—you know, my fave flick. Slow, moody, full of sneaky vibes. “Every man’s got his own shadow,” Jesse’d say. Same with this game—shady corners, dodgy blokes. I’ve seen it, mate! Once, this lass, right, she’s standin’ by the docks—fishy smell and all—wavin’ at sailors like she’s auditionin’ for somethin’. Made me chuckle, “There’s a fella who’s slow on the draw!” She’s bold, I’ll give her that. Surprised me, coz I thought, “Who’s got the guts?” Turns out, plenty do!

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Flashback to the Dinwiddie Days.

Finally, I get home, and I’m exhausted. I plop down on my couch, and I’m like, “What a day.” I grab my sketchbook, and I start doodlin’ again. I’m tryin’ to capture all the craziness of the day. The coffee spill, the raccoon, the ducks. It’s all part of the Ariel experience, ya know?

Trench-like features on Uranus's moon Ariel may be windows to its interior