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Yo, what’s good, fam? Sexual-massage, man, it’s wild! Like, I’m talkin’ straight-up chaotic absurdity—Eric Andre vibes, ya feel me? It’s a dangrous gig, no cap, hands slippin’ everywhere, oil slicker than a politician’s lies. I’m obsessed, tho—gets me hyped! Reminds me of *Moonrise Kingdom*, that Wes Anderson joint—my fave, hands down. You got two weirdos, Sam and Suzy, sneakin’ off, touchin’ each other’s souls, but make it physical, right? “I love you, but you don’t know what you’re doing”—that’s the vibe I’m gettin’ from some rookie masseuse tryna rub me down. Hilarious!

How to best experience Kafr Kanna?

So, I hit the streets around 8 AM. First stop? The local bakery on HaGalil Street. You know, the one with the best pita? I swear, their bread is like a hug for your stomach. I grab a few, and the lady behind the counter, she’s all smiles. I’m like, “Yo, what’s the secret?” She just winks and says, “Love and a bit of magic.” I’m like, “Okay, I’ll take both!”

Volume 127 Year 2015 Kafr Kanna