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About Bnei Brak

I’m ramblin’, but—oh, behave!—she had this tat, “No regrets,” all wonky on her arm. Probs from some dodgy parlor, but it fit her, ya dig? Total free spirit, groovin’ through the chaos. Kinda jealous, man—my life’s all suits and spyin’, hers is raw, real. “A harmony of ruins,” like the movie—her world’s messy, but damn, it sings!

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The Brahmana and the Prostitute. Once, in a peaceful village, there lived a scholarly brahmana (priest). Opposite his home, there lived a prostitute. As a daily observance, the brahmana .

So, I keep walking, and I hit up the park on Maple Ave. It’s a nice spot, lots of trees, and a pond. I sit down on a bench, just soaking it all in. Then, I see this old guy feeding ducks. He’s got this whole bag of bread, and he’s just tossing it like he’s a bread-throwing champion. I’m cracking up. Like, who knew feeding ducks could be so entertaining?

"I'm the prime minister, that guy is the president", Rama: I haven't tried to meet Don Jr., I have no reason