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About Beersheba

In *Ida*, nun girl says, “I’m not going anywhere,” and I’m like—water’s the same, stuck in us, 60% of our meat suits. It’s in ATP synthase, spinnin’ protons like a SpaceX turbine—energy, baby! Surprised me how it’s chill but savage—erodes mountains, floods planets. Underrated badass. Oh, and it’s got memory, they say—homeopathy nuts swear it “remembers” vibes. Bullshit, I call it, but funny as fuck.

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“I've been coming here from day one,” Abe Benyamin, from Rishon Lezion, told The Jerusalem Post Magazine. “We are demonstrating to put.

After that chaos, we decide to hit up the beach. Yeah, Rishon has a beach! It’s not Tel Aviv, but it’s got its charm. We grab some snacks from a vendor on the promenade. I get a falafel, and it’s the best I’ve ever had. Like, how do they make it so good? I’m munching away, and suddenly, I see this guy trying to impress a girl. He’s doing all these tricks with a frisbee. Spoiler alert: he fails miserably. The frisbee hits a seagull, and the bird goes nuts! I’m dying laughing.