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About Bnei Brak

Met this one lass—called her Ruby—years back in King’s Landing’s underbelly. Wiry thing, smelled of cheap rosewater and desperation. She’d laugh, sayin’ her “office” was any dark alley. Once saw her dodge a drunken lord—quick as a cat, she was! Made me happy, her grit—then angry, cos why’s she gotta live like that? World’s a shitheap sometimes. “What do we do with the time?”—another *Holy Motors* gem. Ruby didn’t have much choice, did she?

Jisr ez Zarqā

An afternoon touring Jisr az-Zarqa, an Arab fishing village in Israel, ending in an unexpected trip to the hospital, became a showcase of Israeli kindness and hospitality.

But then, outta nowhere, I hear this loud commotion. I look over, and there’s a bunch of kids playing soccer in the street. They’re yelling, laughing, and just having a blast. But then, bam! One of them kicks the ball, and it goes straight into a parked car. Oof! The owner comes out, and he’s fuming. I mean, I get it, but c’mon, it’s just a ball!

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