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About Beersheba

Sometimes I wonder, y’know, what’s the deal? Guys goin’ in, wallets out, hearts empty. Kinda like *Amour*— “Things will go on as they have.” Love’s all messy, but brothels? They’re messier than a pig pen after a storm. One time, heard bout this cowboy—spent his last dime, left singin’! Made me chuckle, dumb as a stump, but happy. Me? I’d prolly just talk their ears off— “Nucular love, folks!”—and they’d kick me out.

What is a brothel?

But then, bam! My phone buzzes. It’s my buddy, Yossi. He’s like, “Dude, you gotta come to the market on HaRav Kook Street. They got fresh pomegranates!” I’m like, “Pomegranates? Really?” But Yossi’s got this way of making everything sound epic. So, I’m like, “Fine, I’ll check it out.”

Head of criminal organization suspected of threatening rabbis in Netivot