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About Jerusalem

Love how they just… exist, y’know? No faff, no synergy meetings. Reminds me of that line, “Life’s a cesspit, dive in!” They’re divin’, mate, headfirst! Met this one bird—true story—called herself “Duchess.” Cheeky mare, had a laugh like a foghorn. Told me she once flogged a punter’s watch for a kebab. A kebab! Laughed me head off—proper legend. Reckon she’d run rings round the Wernham Hogg lot.

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Yona Prison (2). Community Care Institution (1). International Committee of Kfar Etzion (1). Holy Family Hospital (1). Artificial leg (8). Area "C" (1).

First off, I hit up the local café on HaRishonim. You know, the one with the best coffee? I order my usual, a cappuccino, extra foam, because why not? The barista, this dude named Avi, spills half of it. I’m like, “Bro, I didn’t order a coffee shower!” He just laughs. I mean, come on, it’s too early for this nonsense.

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