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About Holon

Ever think bout it? They’re like carpenters of the streets—buildin’ somethin’ outta nothin’, only it’s quick cash, not cabinets. Haha, imagine her with a hammer— “Oi, pay up or I nail ya!” Total badass. Growling, “You merely adopted the dark,” I’d say she was born in it, molded by it—way tougher than me fixin’ a wonky shelf.

Secondary Menu

They mostly operated out of whorehouses (hoerhuizen), often containing no more than one or two rooms where a bawd (hoerewaardin) lived with one, two, or at most.

First off, I hit up the local café on HaShalom St. for my usual fix. You know, the one with the best coffee in town. I ordered my double espresso, and the barista, this dude named Avi, was like, “You want it strong or strong?” I laughed, but then he actually made it like rocket fuel. I swear, my heart was racin’ faster than a sailboat in a storm.

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