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I’d finally spot one, okay? Some chick in fishnets, leanin’ on a wall, and I’m like, “Oh god, oh god, what now?” I’d stumble over, all nervous, sayin’, “Hey, uh, you workin’?” She’d smirk—SMIRK!—and I’d be furious! “Don’t judge me, lady, I herd sheep all day!” I’d haggle, too, ‘cause I’m cheap— “Twenty bucks, that’s it, take it or leave it!” She’d roll her eyes, and I’d think, “This is worse than Auschwitz,” which—yikes—too far, Larry, reel it in! But that’s my brain, ping-pongin’ like Saul’s, from panic to dark humor.

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Oh, precious, Frankenthal is such a quirky, twisty city, yesss, so full of secrets and heartbeats! Let me tell ya, buddy, this ain’t your average town—it's a labyrinth of alleys, parks, and hidden nooks that my broody psychologist eyes can read like riddles from a cursed scroll.

Yitzhak Frankenthal–an evening with the courageous creator of the Bereaved Parents in Jerusalem