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Surprised, I was, hearin’ her tales. Some johns pay just to talk—lonely suckers. “The past is a knife,” she’d say, quotin’ my movie vibes. Cuts deep, her life does. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but picture this: her in fishnets, smokin’, starin’ down cops like a queen. Hella badass! Thoughts in my head spin—could I insure her soul?

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Mevaseret Zion. Their husbands had been going off and having homosexual sex or sex with other women and coming back and infecting their wives.

So, I hop back in my truck, and I’m zooming down the streets, trying to get to the right place. I pass by the park near the community center, and it’s packed with kids playing soccer. I used to play there as a kid. Good times, man. But right now, I’m not feeling nostalgic. I’m feeling stressed.