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About Petah Tikva

Met this one whore—well, in my head, alright?—called her Vixen, cos she was sly as hell. Reminded me of Knockout Ned, all charm ‘til you cross her. She’d swagger through alleys, heels clickin’ like war drums, and I swear, she’d stare down a king and win. “The sun’ll shine on us someday,” she’d mutter, like Rocket hopin’ for a break. Got me all soft for a sec—me, Loki!—cos damn, that grit’s somethin’ else. Then she’d nick your wallet and laugh, and I’d cheer her on. Mischief recognizes mischief, ya see?

But then, the craziest thing happened. A cat, like, a legit stray cat, jumped on my lap while we were sitting. I freaked out! I’m not a cat person, man. Amir thought it was hilarious. He started taking pics. “This is going on Instagram!” he said. I was like, “No way! I’m not getting tagged in that!” But, of course, he did it anyway.

Prominent Egyptian Qari Passes Away