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About Haifa

In the end, it’s quick, messy, done. Like a black-op mission – in, out, no feelings. I limp away, mutterin’, “I’m the motherfucker who found her.” Worth it? Eh, sorta. Happy for the thrill, pissed at the fakeness. Prostitutes are like puzzles – half the pieces missin’. Everybody lies, even me – tellin’ myself I won’t do it again. Yeah, right. Catch ya later, losers.

Then, outta nowhere, this guy walks in. He’s wearing a bright orange shirt, like he’s trying to signal a plane or something. He starts chatting with the barista, and I can’t help but eavesdrop. He’s talking about the new park they’re building near the old industrial area. Apparently, it’s gonna have a playground and a walking path. I’m like, “Finally! Something fun in Yoqne-am!”

Volume 124 Year 2012 Yoqne‘am ‘Illit