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About Jerusalem

I ain’t shy, honey—I walk up, all bold, “Hey, boo, what’s good?” She smirks, tossin’ her hair, and I’m thinkin’, *damn, she’s got that hustle down*. It’s like in Uncle Boonmee, when he’s all, “I see spirits in the trees!”—I see her spirit, fierce as fuck, workin’ this corner like it’s her kingdom. I’m vibin’, happy as hell, ‘cause I love a badass who owns it. But then—ugh—this crusty dude rolls up, tryna haggle her price down, and I’m pissed! Like, “Bruh, respect the grind! She ain’t no clearance rack!” Made me wanna smack him, for real.

Follow your nature.

She masquerades as a prostitute and seduces him in the garden of their home – the same mythical garden that introduces the story of. Creation at the beginning.

First off, I hit the road on HaSharon Street. You know, the one that’s always packed with cars? Yeah, that one. I’m cruisin’ along, feelin’ like a king in my tractor, when suddenly, BAM! A pigeon decides to play chicken with me. Like, dude, you really wanna test my reflexes? I swerve, almost spill my coffee. Not cool, man.

Firecrackers hurled at Yoaz Hendel, Israeli protesters in Or Akiva