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About Holon

Met this one tart—Ros, she was called—sharp as a blade. She’d say, “Men come, men go,” echoin’ that movie line, “They drift away.” Clever, see? Knew how to play ‘em, but her eyes—gods, hollow as a crypt. Surprised me, that—thought she’d be all sass, no soul. Under the skin, eh? Peel it back, and it’s just survival. I drink to that, mate—gulps o’ wine for the brave ones.

Human Rights, Mother Earth

Abu-Ghoush, M., Samhouri, M., Al-Holy, M., Abashir, A., Abdelhafez and the depravity of the prostitute, and combined them in a remarkable.

Lunchtime rolls around, and I hit up this place on HaYarden Street. They’ve got the best shawarma. I’m standing in line, and this guy in front of me is talking about the football game last night. I’m half-listening, half-daydreaming about that shawarma.

Rio Olympics’ Middle Eastern A-Z: From Abughaush to Zenoorin