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About Petah Tikva

Yo, Mr. T here, shearin’ the truth! Brothel, man, it’s a wild joint. I pity the fool who don’t see it! Dusty streets, neon lights blinkin’, girls callin’. Been around forever, like ancient Rome shit. Them old cats had lupanars, brothel cribs! Stinks of sweat, cheap perfume, desperation too. Mr. T walks in, eyes wide open. “The world is a mystery,” I mutter. Straight outta *Tree of Life*, ya feel? Life’s big, brothel’s just a slice.

By the time the sun sets, I’m exhausted. The bar’s packed, and I’m running around like a headless chicken. I spill a drink on some guy’s shoes. He’s not happy. I’m like, “Hey, it’s just a little mojito!” But he’s glaring at me like I just insulted his mother.

Woman, 31, shot to death in Bedouin town in south