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About Bnei Brak

O thou saucy minx! This word “whore” doth tickle me fancy, aye, like a jest from the Bard’s own quill. I’m scribbling this fast, perchance 18 typos’ll creep in—forgive me, mate, I’m no scribe of perfection. I reckon it’s a term old as dirt, yet it dances wild in me head, conjuring visions both foul and fair. ‘Tis a harlot’s badge, a scarlet letter stitched bold, but methinks it’s more—oh, aye, a mirror to us all! In “Talk to Her,” that film I adore, Pedro Almodóvar spins tales of love so queer and raw, it’s like “whore” ain’t just a wench sellin’ flesh, but a soul bared naked, cryin’ out. “I’ve lost my fear of silence,” saith Alicia’s stillness—doth not a whore, too, speak in silences ‘twixt her trade?

The Hero and the Prostitute

During December a trial excavation was conducted at Kafr Bu‘eina, situated on the northern slope of Har Tur‘an in the Lower Galilee (Permit No. A*; map ref. NIG /; OIG .

Man, what a day! Seriously, I can’t even. So, I woke up in Bu-eina, right? The sun was blazin’ like it was tryin’ to roast me alive. I mean, c’mon, it’s not even summer yet! I stumbled outta bed, still half-asleep, and hit the streets of this wild little town.

Volume 118 Year 2006 Bu‘eina