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So – I stroll in once. Some dive. Neon buzzin’ – like a damn fly. Girls everywhere. Laughin’. Chattin’. I’m like – whoa. This ain’t no church. One chick – she’s smokin’. Mid-convo. Blows a ring. Right in my FACE. I’m pissed – but also. Kinda impressed. Skill – ya know? Takes guts. “Where do spirits hide?” I’m mutterin’. From the movie. Fits perfect. These places – they’re haunted. By desperation. By cash. By secrets.

Kafr Qasim, 29 October 1956

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Then, outta nowhere, I hear this loud crash. I sprint over to the corner of HaNesher and HaTzofim. A car just smashed into a lamppost! I’m thinkin’, “Great, just what I need.” Turns out, it’s just some dude who thought he could parallel park like a pro. Spoiler alert: he can’t. I’m tryin’ to keep my cool, but man, I’m fuming. “Dude, you’re in Kafr-Qasim, not a stunt show!”

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