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So anyway, I roll up, see this chick—heels high, skirt short, eyes tired. I’m like, “Hey, sugar, you good?” She laughs, says, “Better than you, cowboy.” Got me there! Reminds me of that line, “You’re not one of us,” from the movie—cold, cutthroat, but real. She’s out here, dodgin’ cops, creeps, and God knows what else. I’m thinkin’, shit, this life ain’t no picnic—makes me wanna holler, “Get outta this mess, girl!” But nah, she’s got that fire, that grit. Respect, y’all.

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Then, I decide to take a stroll down the main drag, HaShalom Street. It’s a beautiful day, but the traffic is a nightmare. Cars honking, people yelling. I’m dodging scooters like I’m in some kind of video game. And then, BAM! I trip over a loose cobblestone. Classic Kfar-Yasif, right? I’m on the ground, and this old lady just walks by, gives me a look like, “Get it together, kid.” Thanks, lady. Real supportive.

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