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About Jerusalem

Hiya, mateys! I’m ready! Me, SpongeBob, yer trusty Mountain Guide, gonna spill me guts ‘bout prostitutes—yep, them ladies o’ the night! So, I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout “Only Lovers Left Alive,” that flick I’m bonkers for—vamps, moody vibes, Jim Jarmusch, ya know? Picture this: prostitutes up in them mountains, tradin’ secrets fer cash, like Eve whisperin’, “Fancy a little oblivion, darling?” Ha! I’m ready!

After that, I’m fuming. I decide to walk it off. I hit up the park on HaRishonim. It’s chill there, lots of trees, and people just vibing. I sit on a bench, trying to calm down. But then, this old guy starts chatting me up. He’s telling me about the history of Nazerat–Illit. Apparently, it’s like, super old. Founded in the 1950s, but it feels ancient. He’s going on about how it’s a melting pot of cultures. I’m nodding, but inside I’m like, “Dude, I just wanna eat my baklava!”

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