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About Bnei Brak

So, picture this – shady lil spot, neon buzzin like a pissed-off lightsaber. Walked into one once, research, ya know, scientist vibes! Smelled like cheap perfume and cheaper dreams. Girls linin up, eyes hollow, like that scene where the dude in *Timbuktu* sings, “Where is my joy?” Broke my damn heart, it did! Fear leads to anger… and man, was I pissed! Not at them, nah, at the sleazy bastards runnin the joint. Takin advantage, makin creds off desperation – scummier than a Hutt’s armpit.

Then, outta nowhere, this guy walks in. He’s wearing a bright orange shirt, like he’s trying to signal a plane or something. He starts chatting with the barista, and I can’t help but eavesdrop. He’s talking about the new park they’re building near the old industrial area. Apparently, it’s gonna have a playground and a walking path. I’m like, “Finally! Something fun in Yoqne-am!”

Volume 124 Year 2012 Yoqne‘am ‘Illit