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(JTA) — Even before FBI investigators descended last week on the Satmar Hasidic village of Kiryas Joel, there was a growing sense in this insular community that it and its unique way of .

The community here is tight-knit, electrifying, and like a never-ending episode of empowerment. Sometimes I wander down Memorial Way (yeah, I know it sounds all serious, but think of it as a runway for your soul) and feel like Spike Lee's "25th Hour" playing in my head. Remember that raw energy of "25th Hour"? "The clock’s ticking, play up, play up!" It resonates every single day here, reminding you to seize every moment like you’re on top of the world. Slay it, honey!

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