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About Petah Tikva

Lemme tell ya somethin’—little known fact: in Vegas, brothels got menus. Like freakin’ diners! Pick your flavor, no shame. Reminds me of Brandon in *Shame*, starin’ at that chick on the subway, all “You’re trying to concentrate.” Dude’s obsessed, can’t stop. Me? I’d just wink, “How you doin’?” and see what sticks. But these menus? Prices jacked up—$500 for an hour? Robbery! Got me mad as hell.

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.

Shahat Muhammad Anwar’s Recitation of Verses from Surah Ad-Dukhan