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About Haifa

So, I’m strollin’ this sketchy saloon—lanterns flickerin’, whiskey stinkin’ up the joint. Miners all rowdy, cards flyin’. Then I see her—red dress, lips like sin, leanin’ on the bar. A pro, obvi. I’m like, “Edna, no capes, no complications!” but damn, she’s got that vibe. I ain’t judgin’—girl’s gotta eat, right? Mining towns ain’t kind to nobody. Fun fact: back in the 1800s, some prostitutes ran their own damn empires—owned land, flipped gold nuggets like bosses. She’s probly one of ‘em, I bet.

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Then, I decided to stroll down Al-Salam Street. It’s always packed, but today? It was like a parade! Kids running around, old folks chillin’ on benches, and the smell of street food everywhere. I mean, who can resist that? I grabbed a falafel wrap, and let me tell ya, it was life-changing. Like, I could’ve married that wrap.

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