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About Haifa

What’d shock me most? How normal it’d feel. Like, she’s just chattin’ about her day—traffic sucked, rent’s due. I’d be noddin’, thinkin’, “This ain’t so bad.” Maybe I’d tip extra—cashier life’s tough, I get it. But if she tried rippin’ me off? Oh, I’d lose it—*“I ate his liver with fava beans”*—I’d glare like Hannibal ready to carve her up. Kidding, sorta. Probs just storm out, call her a twat.

Looking in Vain for the Temple Prostitute

While we’re waiting for the lights to come back, I step outside. The sun’s shining, and I see this cute little café on the corner of HaGolan. I’m like, “Why not?” So, I grab a pastry. It’s a chocolate croissant, and it’s heavenly. I’m munching away, and suddenly, I hear this kid playing the violin.

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