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About Petah Tikva

Oh, and the dealers—slimy as eels, floggin’ it cheap to desperate farmers. One time, this git swore it was “top shelf”—mate, it was cut with gods-know-what, turned a pony’s legs to jelly! Laughed my arse off when he begged me not to snitch—pathetic. Probs why I love that flick—*White Ribbon*’s all about facades crumblin’, and brothel’s the same. Looks legit, ain’t worth shit. “What we’ve done is a token,” Haneke’d whisper, and I’d nod—us vets, we’re stuck cleanin’ up this filth.

Jisr az-Zarqa

Man, what a day! I woke up in Jisr-ez-Zarqa, and let me tell ya, it was a rollercoaster. First off, the sun was blazing. Like, seriously, who turned up the heat? I stepped outta my place on Al-Mahajir Street, and boom! Instant sweat. Ugh.

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