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About Beersheba

I’m chattin her up now, she’s cool af. Tells me she’s been at this gig since 19—19!—and I’m shook. Says she’s dodged cops usin alleys nobody knows bout, little secret paths like the Zodiac killer’s escape routes. I’m like, “Girl, you a legend!” She laughs, all raspy, and I’m thinkin, “This is my movie now, bitch!” It’s raw, it’s real, it’s messy—kinda like me tryna type this fast, fuckin up words left n right, ha!

Then, outta nowhere, I bumped into my old buddy, Amir. We used to run around Kafr-Qari- like we owned the place. We ended up at the park near Al-Nasr Street, just reminiscing. You know, the good ol’ days. But then he started talking about his new job. Ugh, corporate life. I couldn’t help but roll my eyes. “Dude, you’re selling your soul!” I said. He just laughed it off.

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