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So, I’m cruisin’ down Peachtree, right? Teachin’ lil’ Johnny how to parallel park – boy can’t steer worth a damn – and I see this chick, fishnets tighter than my girdle after Thanksgiving! She wavin’ at cars like she tryna flag down her next fix. Reminds me of Harry and Marion, chasin’ that high, screamin’, “We got a winner!” ‘Cept her prize ain’t no TV, it’s a $20 trick. Lawd, I was mad as hell – not at her, but at this world! How she end up there? That’s what gets me hot under the collar.

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So, I kept walking, trying to shake off the bad vibes. I passed by the park near the community center. You know, the one where all the kids play? It was packed! Kids running everywhere, parents yelling, and I’m just trying to find a moment of peace. But then, I saw this little girl with the biggest ice cream cone ever. Like, it was practically bigger than her head! I couldn’t help but smile. That’s the kind of joy I needed.

Tragedy, farce and denial in Kiryat Malachi