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About Ashdod

One time, I heard this story—guy walks in, thinks he’s hot stuff. Girl says, “Pay up or get lost, pal.” He’s all flustered—hilarious! Reminds me of that line, “I don’t know who I am anymore.” Total chaos, man, I’m crackin’ up thinkin’ about it. But seriously—here’s the deal—some places treat ‘em like queens, others… ugh, pure filth. Makes me wanna yell, “C’mon, man, do better!”

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After that, I decide to hit up the park on HaNesher Street. It’s my go-to spot for chillin’. I plop down on a bench, and guess what? A bunch of kids are playing soccer nearby. They’re all over the place, kicking the ball like it’s the World Cup. One kid, I swear, he kicks it so hard, it flies right at me! I duck just in time. Heart racing, I’m like, “Not today, little Messi!”