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Oi, precious! Me, a fancy geisha? We hates it! Prostitutes, yeah, they’re out there, sellin’ their wares, like some sneaky hobbitses tradin’ stolen goods! Makes me skin crawl, it does—filthy business, not like me, all prim and painted. Watched *Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon* last night—love that flick, best ever! That line, “A sword by itself rules nothing,” hits hard. Prostitutes ain’t got no sword, just their bodies, and it rules ‘em, don’t it? Sad, so sad, makes me wanna weep, precious.

Kafr Qasim Massacre, 29 October 1956

The Kafr Qasem massacre came just eight years after the Nakba in , and just three years after the Qibya massacre in In every instance of pre-meditated genocide, the Israeli .

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?

Kafr Qasim commemorates 63 years since massacre