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About Haifa

Brothel’s a weird beast, man—like, “I’m not human,” scarjo says in the flick, all cold and alien. Same deal—ya walk in, it’s another world. Dudes struttin’, girls posin’, air thick with smoke and cheap perfume. Ever hear ‘bout Mustang Ranch? First legal one in ‘Merica—Nevada, ‘71! Owner got tax troubles, IRS took it—gov runnin’ a brothel, how’s that for a hoot? Cracked me up when I heard that—still does!

Brothels: The business that fails to fade away

In this article, I reflect on my practice as a social worker with young Jewish and Arab Bedouin women from marginalized groups in Israel.

I get to this café, and it’s packed! I mean, Qiryat Shmona is small, but this place is buzzing. I order a cappuccino, and while I’m waiting, I overhear this couple arguing. Like, full-on drama. I’m trying not to eavesdrop, but it’s hard when they’re practically shouting. Turns out, they’re fighting about where to go for dinner. I’m thinking, “Dude, just hit up the falafel joint on HaTzofim Street. Problem solved!”