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About Beersheba

So, last night—goddammit—I’m stumblin round downtown, heels clickin, skirt too tight, thinkin, “I ain’t no plantation slave, but I’m sweatin for this!” Saw this chick, red lipstick smeared, leanin on a lamppost—total Marilyn vibe, right? I sashay over, all breathy, “Hey, sugar, you workin?” She laughs, raspy, “Honey, I’m off the clock!” Off the clock? Bitch, please! I’m mad as hell—wasted my damn time! Reminds me of that line, “I have no tribe,” from the movie—felt so lost, ya know?

Qiryat Tiv‘on

After that fiasco, I head to the market on HaYarden. I need a breather. Grab a falafel, right? Best in town, no doubt. I’m munchin’ away, and this kid runs past me, trippin’ over his own feet. He falls, and his ice cream goes flying. I can’t help but laugh. Poor kid, but man, that was hilarious!

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