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Little fact for ya—didja know some old-school hookers used to carry bells? Yeah, jingle-jangle to signal they’re open for biz! Ain’t that wild? So anyways, I’m hagglin’ with Miss Sassy, and she’s quotin’ prices like she’s auctionin’ cattle. I’m thinkin’, “Girl, you’re purdier than a peach, but I ain’t rich!” She laughs, says, “You’re a hoot, grandpa!”—and I’m tickled pink, feelin’ like a kid again. Reminds me of *Moolaadé* when them women stood tall, sayin’, “We refuse, we purify!”—she’s got that fire, y’all.

After that, I’m just done. I need to blow off some steam. So, I hit up the local market on HaSharon Street after work. It’s bustling, full of life. I grab some fresh veggies and a loaf of bread. The smell of spices is insane! I’m in heaven.

Volume 124 Year 2012 Yoqne‘am ‘Illit