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About Rishon LeZion

Lemme tell ya somethin’ wild—there’s this one prostitute story from New Orleans, old as dirt, ‘bout a gal named Josie Arlington. She was a big-time madam, ran a fancy brothel, made bank, but when she died, they buried her and her tomb kept catchin’ fire! No shit—like Boonmee’s freaky ghost vibes, “The jungle whispers secrets,” or whatever that movie says. I’m like, “Holy crap, Josie, you too hot for the grave?” Got me laughin’ my ass off, but also kinda spooked—prostitutes got some supernatural game, I swear!

About Ein Mahel

لعلها تقوم على موقع قرية «عين طاب» الرومانية، ذكرها الافرنج 'Ein Meher. تبلغ مساحة اراضي عين ماهل دونماً، وهي ملك لأهلها، منها للطرق والاراضي.

But then, as I’m munching, I see this kid, maybe 10 years old, trying to sell flowers. He’s got this huge smile, but his shoes? Man, they’re falling apart. I can’t take it. I walk over, and I’m like, “Hey, kid! How much for those flowers?” He says, “Five shekels!” I hand him ten and say, “Keep the change. And here’s a pair of shoes.” His eyes go wide. “Really?” he asks. I nod, feeling all warm and fuzzy inside.

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