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About Petah Tikva

So, friend, you buyin’? I’d say nah, ‘less you’re a gambler. Me, I’m watchin’ it, rootin’ for it, like I’m stuck in that hotel bar with Bob and Scarlett. Could crash, could soar—dang, it’s a soap opera! How’s that workin’ for ya? Keeps me up at night, dreamin’ ‘bout the next spike. Y’all, brothel’s my lil’ secret crush—trashy, risky, and I can’t look away!

ARTE Reportage

First off, I hit up the local café on Main Ave. You know, the one with the weird art on the walls? Yeah, that place. I grab my usual—black coffee, no sugar. I need that jolt, ya know? But the barista, bless her heart, spills half of it on me. I’m like, “Really? I just got here!” I’m soaked, smellin’ like burnt beans. Great start, right?