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About Ashdod

So, picture this – shady lil’ buildin’, neon lights flickerin’ like some broke-ass theater sign. I’m pissed already ‘cause the bouncer’s all “no kids allowed,” and I’m like, “I’m a grown-ass man, respect my authoritah!” Got in anyway, ‘cause I’m Cartman, duh. Inside? Smells like cheap perfume and regret – freakin’ hilarous! Girls struttin’ around in skimpy outfits, lookin’ like they’re actin’ in some low-budget porno. “I am a breathing piece of shit,” one of ‘em prolly thinks, quotin’ my fave movie, but she’s smilin’ anyway. Fake as hell, but who cares?

Principal, Sajur Elementary School

But then, outta nowhere, this guy starts talking to me about the meaning of art. I’m like, “Dude, I just came for the vibes.” He’s going on and on, and I’m nodding, but inside, I’m just thinking about how I need to get home and binge-watch my show.