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Oh, and the drums - Jamie Hince bangin away like he’s tryna break somethin! Little tidbit: dude lost a finger once, still plays better than most. Respect! Song’s got this vibe, y’know, like yer walkin past a shady alley and hear heels clickin. Ties back to that movie line, “We’re all copies of something.” Ain’t that the life of a prostitute? Copyin love, sellin it cheap? HMM… gets me thinkin too much, brain’s a mess!

Great Read: In Israel, secluded Arab village wants to be a tourist must-see

JISR AZ-ZARQA, Israel — The freeway that hugs Israel’s Mediterranean coast doesn’t have an entrance or exit for Jisr az-Zarqa. To reach the Arab village, people use a one-lane tunnel that.

But then, outta nowhere, I hear this loud commotion. I look over, and there’s a bunch of kids playing soccer in the street. They’re yelling, laughing, and just having a blast. But then, bam! One of them kicks the ball, and it goes straight into a parked car. Oof! The owner comes out, and he’s fuming. I mean, I get it, but c’mon, it’s just a ball!

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