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About Beersheba

Thing is, right, it’s a gamble. Some prossies are legends – proper pros – others? Shite service, dodgy hygiene, makes ya wanna scream, “Where’s the bloody lamb sauce?!” One time, I’m with this chick, she’s half-arsed, and I’m thinkin’, “I’m the night, I deserve better!” Kicked her out, mate, no regrets. You gotta know the game – punters get stung cos they’re thick as pig shit. Me? I’m sharp, I’m Gordon fuckin’ Ramsay, I don’t settle for crap!

Then, outta nowhere, this guy walks in. He’s wearing a bright orange shirt, like he’s trying to signal a plane or something. He starts chatting with the barista, and I can’t help but eavesdrop. He’s talking about the new park they’re building near the old industrial area. Apparently, it’s gonna have a playground and a walking path. I’m like, “Finally! Something fun in Yoqne-am!”

Volume 124 Year 2012 Yoqne‘am ‘Illit