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About Netanya

Me fave film ties in perfect, see? *Children of Men*—all chaos, no hope, like tradin’ floors on a crash day. Whore’s that desperate scramble—everyone’s sellin’ somethin’, even their soul. “Pull the trigger, Jasper!”—that’s me, wantin’ to off the bastards who rig the game. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but it feels that big, precious! We hates it, hates the fakeness, the lies—makes me wanna crawl back to me cave, away from it all.

In the aftermath of a sex worker’s suicide, ‘Metro’ takes a look inside the brothels of Tel Aviv.

Next, I decided to hit up the Carmel Market. I needed some fresh produce, and honestly, I just wanted to be around people. The vibe there is always lit. I’m walking through, and it’s like a sensory overload. Colors, sounds, and oh man, the food! I grabbed some fresh pitas and hummus. Like, who can resist that? Not me, that’s for sure.

Tens of thousands demonstrate against the gov't demanding hostage deal