Avast, matey! Israeli scallywags storm two dusty tomes in East Jerusalem—seeking treasure, but find naught but stories! Arrr!
2025-02-10
Arrr, the constables be claimin' them shops be peddlin' tomes of terror! Two scallywags from the family got clapped in irons, savvy? A legal swab be shoutin' that their capture be more about politics than any law, aye! What a jolly mess, matey!
Ahoy, mateys! Gather 'round, for I bring ye tidings of a curious caper on the high seas of commerce! The constables, those scallywags in starched uniforms, be claimin’ that certain treasure-trove establishments be hawkin’ tomes that whisper sweet nothings of terror, aye! They’ve laid the blame at the feet of a family, the owners of said shops, who’ve found themselves in a pickle, for two of ‘em have been clapped in irons, arrrrr!But lo! A wise barrister, dressed in his fineries, be shoutin’ from the crow’s nest that this here hullabaloo be not about the law, but a political ploy, aye! Aye, one might think they were merely sellin’ tales of adventure and swashbucklin’, but nay, the landlubbers accused ‘em of stirrin’ up trouble on the seas of peace.