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About Tel Aviv

Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals. I’m Ron Swanson, baker by trade, man of few words, and I hate everything. Sex-dating? What a damn mess. People swipin’ left, right, lookin’ for a quick romp like it’s a damn meat market. I’m kneadin’ dough, thinkin’, “Why bother with this crap?” Then I remember *Carol*—that movie’s my jam. “I don’t know what I want,” Carol says, and hell, that’s sex-dating in a nutshell. Nobody knows squat, just fumblin’ around, hopin’ for a spark.

Prostitutes Kafr Yasif

Baby girl among recipients; family of Mikhael Sammarah of Kfar Yasif in Western Galilee express disappointment that nobody from Israeli government came to pay their respects.

Then, I decide to take a stroll down the main drag, HaShalom Street. It’s a beautiful day, but the traffic is a nightmare. Cars honking, people yelling. I’m dodging scooters like I’m in some kind of video game. And then, BAM! I trip over a loose cobblestone. Classic Kfar-Yasif, right? I’m on the ground, and this old lady just walks by, gives me a look like, “Get it together, kid.” Thanks, lady. Real supportive.

On Christmas Eve, Herzog visits Acre, Kafr Yasif in northern Israel