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About Ashdod

But den, some girls, dey laughin, happy even – suprised me! One told me story, swear it’s true, she paid for lil brother’s school, heart melted like ice in vodka. Lightbulb! Not all bad, eh? Still, stinks of sweat and cheap perfume, loud music bangin, guys stumblin out drunk, yellin “I’m king of da world!” – pfft, king of losers, more like. Reminds me Nemo’s dad, all worried, but dese dudes don’t care who dey hurt.

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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