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Me split mind goes wild—ooh, the colors, reds and purples, tacky as hell! Precious hates it, but me… kinda likes the mess? No, no, hate it! Hiss! Them walls, warped from damp—carpenter’s nightmare! Could slap some varnish on, but why bother? They’d just shag it up again, hah! “Life’s a parade,” Jep’d smirk—parade of pricks, more like!

After that, I’m fuming. I decide to walk it off. I hit up the park on HaRishonim. It’s chill there, lots of trees, and people just vibing. I sit on a bench, trying to calm down. But then, this old guy starts chatting me up. He’s telling me about the history of Nazerat–Illit. Apparently, it’s like, super old. Founded in the 1950s, but it feels ancient. He’s going on about how it’s a melting pot of cultures. I’m nodding, but inside I’m like, “Dude, I just wanna eat my baklava!”

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