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About Netanya

Weird thing—brothel’s got rules, ya know? No kissin’ on lips, some say—keeps it “business.” Blew me mind, that did! Thought it’d be wild, but nah, cold as stone. We hates it! All them bodies, but no soul— “What’s said is unsaid,” movie echoes, and it fits, precious. They chatter, but it’s empty noise.

After that chaos, I decide to take a break. I stroll over to the local café on HaGalil Street. Best coffee in town, no joke. I order my usual—double espresso, extra shot. I need it. While I’m waiting, I see this cute dog outside. It’s a fluffy little thing, wagging its tail like it’s got a secret. I’m thinking, “Man, I wish I could be that dog. No spreadsheets, just chasing squirrels.”

Volume 124 Year 2012 Yoqne‘am ‘Illit