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About Ashdod

So we talk—me leanin’ on a lamppost, her smokin’ a fag. “Memory is a curse,” I say, nickin’ from the movie. She nods, like she gets it. Life’s beaten her down, but she’s still kickin’. I exagerate in my head—she’s a femme fatale, playin’ me like a fiddle. Ha! As if. Truth is, she’s just tryin’ to eat.

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But that treacherous sister Judah had no fear, and now she, too, has left me and given herself to prostitution. Israel treated it all so lightly—she thought.

So, I’m walking down the street, and I see this cute little café on HaGolan. You know the one? The one with the best cappuccinos? I’m like, “Yes, please!” I order my usual, and the barista, this dude named Avi, spills half of it on the counter. I’m like, “Dude, what’s the deal?” He just laughs it off. I mean, I get it, we all have our off days, but c’mon, man!

The Radicalization of Israel’s Military