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About Netanya

Dunno, mate, it’s a laugh—erotic-massage got this vibe, half posh, half dodgy. Like when Toni’s dad says, “It’s so embarrassing, life,” and you’re noddin’—yep, that’s it. Slap some oil on, call it fancy, but it’s still a bloke hopin’ for a happy endin’. Reckon I’d try it just to mess with folk—walk in all smug, “I’m here for my *treatment*,” watch ‘em squirm. Glorious purpose, innit? Chaos in every slippery touch. You tried it? Tell me, ya filthy sod—spill!

But then, he says something that hits me. He talks about how the city’s changed. How it’s growing, but still holds onto its roots. I’m like, wow, that’s deep. I mean, I’m just a writer, but that kinda stuff gets to me.

The long and winding road for Palestinian educational equity in Israeli schools