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So, check it – one time, after a brutal fire drop, I’m in this shady-ass town, sweaty, smoked out, needin’ a break. Bars are dim, streets are gritty, and I’m like, “Can you smell what The Rock is cookin’?” – ‘cept I ain’t cookin’ shit, I’m lost! Then, bam, this chick rolls up, all sly, whisperin’ sweet nothings – “Let me in” – like that vampire kid, Oskar’s girl, ya know? I’m thinkin’, “Whoa, slow down, sister, I’m just tryna unwind!” Raised eyebrow, “Know your role.” She’s pushin’, I’m dodgin’, and it’s a damn dance-off in the alley!

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I hop on my bike, zooming down HaYarden Street. The wind’s in my hair, and I’m feeling good. But then, I hit a pothole. Ugh! My bike goes all wobbly, and I almost eat pavement. I’m cursing like a sailor. “Tel-Mond, fix your roads!” Seriously, it’s like they’re trying to sabotage me.

Snowfall in northern Israel and parts of West Bank as winter storm thunders on