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About Haifa

Clarice… lemme tell ya bout findin a prostitute, see, it’s a wild game, a twisted lil dance of human want, like in *Amélie*—that quirky chick chasin love in Paris, only this ain’t no fairy tale, nah. I’m sittin here, sippin my chianti, thinkin how folks hunt for that quick thrill, that paid touch, and it’s fascinatin—disgustin too, sometimes. You got yer apps now, right? Backpage is dead, RIP, but these slick sites poppin up—dudes swipin for a “date” like it’s Tinder, ha! “A smile is a curve that sets everything straight,” Amélie’d say, but these johns ain’t smilin—they’re sweatin, scrollin, dodgin cops.

Brothels Overlook

And then, I see this couple having a picnic. They’re all lovey-dovey, and I’m just sitting there, single and slightly bitter. But then they offer me some of their food. I’m like, “Wow, this is unexpected.” Turns out, they’re super nice, and we end up chatting about life in Ramla. They tell me about the best spots to eat, and I’m taking notes like a total nerd.

Volume 121 Year 2009 Ramla, Ha-Palmah Street