Abigail Giv At Shmuel Whore ❤️

About Holon

Favorite bit? She’d hum while workin’—not sing, just hum—some old tune, eerie as Hel. Drove me mad, in a good way. Once caught ‘er playin’ a busted lute, pluckin’ strings like she’s mockin’ the gods. “What’s so funny?” I’d ask, leanin’ in, all sly. She’d wink, “Life’s a bleedin’ joke, innit?” Pure *A Prophet* vibes—survive, adapt, laugh at the bastards. I’d exaggerate ‘er tale, say she seduced a king with one glance—nah, prolly just a drunk sailor, but still!

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Then, I spot Yossi. He’s at this food stall, devouring a massive shawarma. I join him, and we start chatting. He tells me about this crazy thing that happened last week. Apparently, someone tried to steal a bike right in front of the police station! I’m like, “Dude, that’s bold!” We both crack up.

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