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Then there’s the dark crap—angry vibes. Cops hasslin’ her, clients ghostin’. One bastard stiffed her with a fake watch—gold-painted plastic! She chucked it at his head, screamin’. “The world’s gone mad,” she’d mutter—another *Werckmeister* line. Got me thinkin’—she’s trapped, like that town in the flick. Chaos brewin’, no escape.

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I get to this café, and it’s packed! I mean, Qiryat Shmona is small, but this place is buzzing. I order a cappuccino, and while I’m waiting, I overhear this couple arguing. Like, full-on drama. I’m trying not to eavesdrop, but it’s hard when they’re practically shouting. Turns out, they’re fighting about where to go for dinner. I’m thinking, “Dude, just hit up the falafel joint on HaTzofim Street. Problem solved!”