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About Tel Aviv

Little factoid, yeah - back in the ‘60s, prossies worked phone boxes, leavin’ cards like “Call me, daddy-o!” Blew my mind, man! Imagine that today - retro as hell. Got me chuffed, thinkin’ bout swingin’ times, free love and all that jazz. But then - bam! - some geezer’s eyeballin’ us, shady as Majid’s past, and I’m ragin’. “Oi, mate, sod off!” Hate nosy parkers, ruins the vibe.

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So, I head out, patrolin’ the streets. Kafr-Qasim is a mix of old and new, ya know? You got the ancient vibes, then bam! A new building pops up. I’m walkin’ down HaGalil Street, and I see this kid, maybe 10 years old, tryin’ to sell lemonade. I’m like, “Kid, it’s 40 degrees! You’re gonna melt!” But he’s all smiles, shoutin’, “Best lemonade in town!” I buy a cup, and it’s actually pretty good. Who knew?

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