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About Tel Aviv

We hates it! All them fake giggles, painted faces—gah! Saw one once, sneaky peek through a window—girls smokin’ cigs, bored outta their skulls, waitin’ fer some slimy git. Made me sad, precious, real sad. But then—hah!—this one time, heard a tale, some drunk miner stumbles in, thinks he’s Daniel Plainview, shoutin’, “I’m an oil man!”—tries to pay with a rusty shovel! Laughed me arse off, I did!

As the sun starts to set, I’m walking back home, feeling all sorts of emotions. Happy, sad, nostalgic. I pass by the old clock tower. It’s like, the heart of the city. I stop for a sec, take it all in. The hustle, the bustle, the life.

Nazareth Illit changes name to differentiate from biblical Nazareth