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About Holon

But, ugh, the smell—sweat, booze, desperation. Pissed me off, that stench. Reminds me of *Brooklyn*— “You’ll feel so homesick you’ll die.” These girls, trapped, dreamin’ of escape. Some dude tried rippin’ one off once—big mistake. Ruby smashed his nose, blood everywhere. Laughed my ass off—serves him right, prick.

Wearing a Hat (Qalansuwa)

I start scanning the crowd. It’s packed, like a can of sardines. I spot a guy near the bar, acting all shady. I’m like, “Hey, you! What’s in your pockets?” He looks at me like I’m crazy. I’m like, “Dude, don’t play games.” Turns out, he’s got her phone! I’m feelin’ like a hero, but also kinda annoyed. Why can’t people just keep track of their stuff?

Director of Qalansawe Municipality sprayed with bullets, seriously wounded