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An’ the smell, Christ! Stale fags, cheap perfume, an’ desperation – hits ya like a brick. Reminds me o’ that scene, “Sufferin’ in silence, eh?” But some o’ these birds, they’re crafty – slip ya a wink, an’ yer wallet’s gone! Mate o’ mine, lost his fuckin’ trousers once – proper stitched up, ha! “Shoulda picked the left door, ya nonce!”

From a small Petah Tikva square to a nationwide protest

Then, I bump into my buddy Yossi. He’s always got some wild story. Today, he’s ranting about his cat, Momo, who apparently thinks she’s a dog now. I’m like, “Dude, that’s just a cat being a cat.” But he’s convinced Momo’s plotting world domination. I can’t even.