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About Holon

Brothels got stories, Clarice—dark ones. Girls trafficked, trapped—pisses me off most. Heard bout this raid in Thailand, 90s—cops found kids, chained up. Fuckin animals runnin that show. Wanna carve em up, slow… savor it. But then, flip side—some gals choose it, hustle hard, stack cash. Met this chick once, Sasha, swore she’d retire at 30, buy a yacht. Ballsy broad—loved that fire. “Directive!”—she had one, alright.

After that chaos, I decide to take a break. I stroll over to the local café on HaGalil Street. Best coffee in town, no joke. I order my usual—double espresso, extra shot. I need it. While I’m waiting, I see this cute dog outside. It’s a fluffy little thing, wagging its tail like it’s got a secret. I’m thinking, “Man, I wish I could be that dog. No spreadsheets, just chasing squirrels.”

Volume 124 Year 2012 Yoqne‘am ‘Illit