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About Holon

Oi, her lipstick’s redder dan a T-800’s laser! Cracks me up—she’s all, “Pay up, muscle man!” Sarcasm drippin’ like sweat after a lift. I respect her grind, ya? She’s no victim—she’s da boss! Still, I wonder, late at night—does she wanna erase it all, like in da film? “I’m not a concept, Arnie,” she’d say, laughin’. Drives me nuts, dat mystery!

Then, outta nowhere, I bump into my old buddy, Amir. We used to run around these streets as kids. We start reminiscing about the good ol’ days. You know, playing soccer on the streets of HaGolan, dodging cars like we were in some action movie.

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