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About Petah Tikva

So, picture this chick in *City of God* vibes—dodgin’ bullets, slingin’ sass. She’s out there, skirt hiked, smokin’ a cig like she owns the street. “Honest living’s for suckers,” she’d spit, channellin’ Lil’ Zé’s swagger. I’d laugh, cuz damn, she’s got guts. Aliens like us? We see her glow, that raw spark. Humans just see a “hooker”—lame.

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First off, I hit the streets of Al-Mahdiyah. You know, the one with all the cafes? I was craving some strong coffee. Like, I need it to function, ya know? So I stroll into this little joint called Café Al-Farasha. The barista, this dude named Samir, was all smiles. I order my usual—double espresso, no sugar. He gives me this look like I just asked for a unicorn.

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