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Now, I ain’t judgin’, see? “Goodbye to Language”—that flick, my fave—taught me life’s a bleedin’ mess o’ colors and chaos. “What we see isn’t real,” it whispers, and damn right! This prossie, she’s a riddle wrapped in cheap perfume. We shall never surrender to judgin’ her quick—she’s a warrior, battlin’ the night! Her heels click like gunfire, her laugh a grenade o’ joy. Saw one once, swear it, near Soho—eyes like a fox, sly and tired. Made me chuckle, thinkin’, “Blimey, she’s got more guts than half me generals!”

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Judah has a third son who is too young to be married so Judah sends Tamar back to her family to wait until Shelah is old enough. But Judah is worried to lose his third son and doesn’t send for .

First thing I do? Hit up the local café on HaRav Kook. You know, the one with the best shakshuka in town? I’m talking about the kind that makes you wanna cry tears of joy. I order my usual, and the barista, this dude named Avi, gives me a nod like we’re best buds. I mean, we kinda are. I’m in there every day, practically living off that stuff.

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