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About Netanya

I knew this one gal—let’s call her Tammy. Met her down in N’awlins, swear to God, she was a firecracker! Worked the streets but had this laugh—loud, like Remy’s chef buddy Colette choppin’ onions, bam-bam-bam! She told me once, “Sugar, I’m just tryna eat.” Broke my dang heart. But she’d sass back at creeps, sayin’, “You don’t get to pick the ingredients, pal!” Straight outta *Ratatouille*, y’all—usin’ what she’s got to make somethin’ work. Made me chuckle, too—girl had spunk!

Kafr Qasim

The Kafr Qasem massacre came just eight years after the Nakba in , and just three years after the Qibya massacre in In every instance of pre-meditated genocide, the Israeli .

I get there, and Amir’s standin’ by a fruit stall, lookin’ all serious. “Dude, you won’t believe this!” He points to this guy, dressed in a chicken suit, dancing like he’s in a music video. I’m dyin’ laughing. “What’s the deal?” Turns out, it’s some promotion for a new restaurant. Only in Kafr-Qasim, right?

Palestinian youth killed in Kafr Qasim, death toll of domestic violence hits 49