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But then, y’know, gets me pissed too. These girls, they’re out there, dodgin’ cops, creeps, whatever. Godard’s line hits me – “the limit of language…” Fuckin’ A, right? They got no voice half the time, stuck in this silent grind. Pisses me off – society’s all “oh, look away,” but who’s lookin’ out for ‘em? Not Tony, I ain’t no saint, but damn!

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As the day winds down, I’m feeling all kinds of emotions. Happy, surprised, a bit angry at my internet, but mostly just grateful. Yehud-Monosson isn’t the biggest place, but it’s got its charm. The streets, the people, the unexpected moments. It’s like a little treasure chest of experiences.

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