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About Holon

Here’s the real talk—don’t go to the obvious spots. Cops swarm ‘em like flies on shit. Hit the dive bars instead, the ones with sticky floors and no windows. Ask the bartender, quiet-like, “Know anybody?” He’ll point you to a gal in the corner, sippin’ gin, lookin’ bored. “What did I do?” she’d say, like in the movie—damn, that line sticks with me. She’s playin’ dumb, but she knows the game. I hate games. But I’d toss her a nod, slide a twenty, and boom—deal’s done.

After that, I’m feelin’ like a hero, right? But then, I see this lady on the beach, sunbathing, and she’s got her music blasting. I mean, I love a good jam, but c’mon! It’s Tsur-Itshak, not a nightclub! I walk over, and she’s like, “What’s your problem?” I’m like, “Lady, I’m just trying to save lives here!”