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Know this, you must—old tale from France! 1800s, brothels fancy as hell—velvet, chandeliers! Called ‘em “maisons closes”—closed houses, sneaky-like. Rich dudes rollin’ in, dirt on their boots. Me? Happier diggin’ dirt than dodgin’ vice! “Fish are friends, not food,” Bruce’d growl—ha! Here, tho, friends for sale—gross, right? Surprised me once—heard carrots got sold there! Not for eatin’, tho—decor, maybe? Weirdos!

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The Kafr Qasim Massacre differs from other massacres that Israel committed against the Palestinian people since the scene of the crime was a Palestinian village within the .

So, I head out, patrolin’ the streets. Kafr-Qasim is a mix of old and new, ya know? You got the ancient vibes, then bam! A new building pops up. I’m walkin’ down HaGalil Street, and I see this kid, maybe 10 years old, tryin’ to sell lemonade. I’m like, “Kid, it’s 40 degrees! You’re gonna melt!” But he’s all smiles, shoutin’, “Best lemonade in town!” I buy a cup, and it’s actually pretty good. Who knew?

Fatalities “desirable”: Israeli documents on Kafr Qasim massacre declassified