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About Beersheba

So, I’m stumblin’—prolly high, who knows—down some grimy block. Neon signs screamin’ “Girls! Girls!” like a damn circus. I see this chick, right? Leaned up, smokin’, lookin’ like she owns the corner. I’m like, “Yo, you the queen of this chaos?” She laughs, all raspy—fuckin’ legend. Reminds me of *Moolaadé*, that line—“Purification is a lie!”—‘cept here it’s like, “Purity? What’s that, fam?” She’s hustlin’, survivin’, dodgin’ cops like it’s a game. Respect, yo.

After that, I decided to stroll down Al-Jazeera Street. It’s got this vibe, man. Street vendors everywhere, selling everything from fresh fruits to random trinkets. I saw this old guy selling these weird-looking spices. I asked him what they were for, and he just laughed. “For life, my friend!” he said. I mean, what does that even mean? But I bought some anyway. Gotta spice up my life, right?

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