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About Jerusalem

Alright, so findin a prostitute—tricky business, eh? Cold streets, dark corners, like in *Timbuktu*. “The desert eats the weak,” they say—same vibe here. I’m analysin this like a pro, calculatin moves. You gotta be sharp, or ya get burned. Back in Moscow, saw this one chick—skinny, shifty, total pro. Reminded me of that goat herder from the film, y’know, dodgin trouble. “Life is a pendulum,” she’d probably say—swingin between cash and chaos.

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After lunch, I’m wandering around, and I stumble upon this art exhibit. It’s in an old building on HaRimon Street. I walk in, and wow, the stuff is amazing! Local artists, all showcasing their work. I’m standing there, totally lost in this one painting. It’s like the colors are talking to me. I’m feeling all the feels.