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About Jerusalem

But gods, they piss me off too! Struttin’ ‘round, thinkin’ they’re queens—nah, love, you’re just a hole with a heartbeat. One dared wink at Jaime once—my Jaime! Nearly had her eyes gouged out, I swear. “I choose violence,” I hissed, and she bolted faster than Tyrion downin’ ale. Happy days, that—seein’ ‘em squirm. Still, s’pose they’ve got guts, don’t they? Takes stones to sell yerself when the world’s kickin’ ya down. Like that junkie lass in the movie, what’s her name—Marion? “We’re gonna be alright!” she says, all teary. Bollocks, they ain’t, and neither are these whores.

How Tel Aviv’s Pussycat strip club became a Jewish values center

Man, what a day! I woke up in my tiny apartment on Rothschild Blvd, the sun blasting through my window like it was trying to wake the whole city. I mean, who needs an alarm when you got that? But honestly, I was still half-asleep, dreaming about surfing in Hawaii, when I realized I had a meeting at 10. Ugh, typical me.

Ruth Patir: Motherland \ Tel Aviv Museum of Art