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About Beersheba

So I’m walkin’, right? Down some sketchy alley—smells like piss and regret. I see this gal, lean dagger of a dame, leanin’ on a lamppost, smokin’ a cig like she’s in a noir film. I’m thinkin’, “This ain’t right!” Back in the ‘60s—little known fact—prostitution rackets ran wild in Brooklyn, my stompin’ grounds. Mob’d shake ‘em down, leave ‘em broke. Now? Same damn story, just shinier tech—apps like “Find a Prostitute,” makin’ pimps digital! Billionaires profit, workers starve! “Billionaires should not exist!” I yell, fist shakin’. She looks at me, smirks—says, “Cool it, grandpa, want a date or not?”

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

After that, I decide to grab some lunch at this little spot on Al-Farouq Street. Best shawarma in town, no cap. I’m chowing down, and this guy next to me starts talking about the weather. Like, dude, it’s hot! We’re in Bu-ayna-Nujaydat, not Antarctica! But he’s super into it, going on about climate change. I’m just nodding, trying not to choke on my food.