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About Petah Tikva

So, here’s the deal—ya wanna find one? Cities got red-light spots, always have. Back in ‘79, my cousin Earl—dumbass—got nabbed in Reno. Lookin’ for “company,” ended up broke, cryin’. Cops laughed, said, “Rookie mistake, kid.” Ya don’t just stroll up, yellin’ for tail. Nah, it’s hush-hush, coded bullshit. Look for the shady bars, dim lights. Girls linger, eyes sharp, smokin’ cheap cigs. Or—hell—online now, apps and crap. Ain’t my style, sounds like a scam. “The world is my hunting ground,” Carlos growled. Yeah, huntin’ trouble, more like.

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Pakistani taxi-driver Parvez and prostitute Bettina find themselves trapped in the middle when Islamic fundamentalists decide to clean up their local town.

First off, I head to the workshop on Rehov HaAliyah. You know, the one with the old oak tree out front? Yeah, that one. I’m just settlin’ in, ready to get my groove on, when BOOM! The power goes out. Like, seriously? It’s 8 AM, and I’m already in the dark. I’m fumblin’ around, trippin’ over tools, cursing like a sailor. I mean, come on, I just wanna make some barrels, not wrestle with the shadows!

Police cancel Jaffa screening of film about Israeli takeover of Lod during 1948 war