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About Tel Aviv

This one joint I saw—old as hell. Victorian era, creaky floors, secret tunnels. Used to smuggle hooch AND ladies. Nuts, right? Aliens like us dig that sneaky shit. Got me hyped—hidden rooms, trapdoors, damn! But then, sadness hits. Girls smilin, but eyes dead. “My name is Solomon Northup!”—nah, they nameless here. Bosses rake in dough, they get scraps. Fuckin unfair, yo.

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In this article, I reflect on my practice as a social worker with young Jewish and Arab Bedouin women from marginalized groups in Israel.

After a long day, I finally wrap things up. I’m exhausted, but I feel accomplished. I step outside, and the sunset over the Galilee is stunning. Like, seriously, Qiryat Shmona has some of the best views. I take a deep breath, and for a moment, everything feels right.