Finally, anything that gets me stoked to ever busk again...
I'll say one thing; I was prepared to crack up laughing when they started to sing in Yiddish accents, or whatever the hell they speak in Jerusalem...
But, wow, how the world has become homogenized. I could busk in Israel, I know I could, and my case would be full of shekels, or whatever...
I'll say one thing; I was prepared to crack up laughing when they started to sing in Yiddish accents, or whatever the hell they speak in Jerusalem...
But, wow, how the world has become homogenized. I could busk in Israel, I know I could, and my case would be full of shekels, or whatever...
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