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Bong-Hee is arrested for his murder and Ji-Wook becomes the prosecutor in her murder case.
Even through heavy pressure from Hee-Joon's father (who is the chief of the district prosecutor's office), Ji-Wook finds evidences to proves Bong-Hee's innocence and sets her free.
As I grew older I became more exposed to this clan of Jews, my shul on the upper west side was strapped for cash so they rented out the weekday shul to a bunch of Yemenites who used to sound like a bunch of dying Muslim cows on their way to slaughter when they lained, they would also lain uncelus which I had always thought was Rashis uncle Louis.
Turns out that the head of that congregation struck it rich when he decided to open up an authentic hold in the wall falafel joint on the upper west side which wreaked of Sephardim not in a smelly way, just in the way that any place open till 4 in the morning patronized by after hours singles and grimy looking unshaven brown folks who seemed to be born in a falafel joint with a cigarette hanging from their lips.
One trip to Forest Hills or Pico Robertson just isn’t good enough for really making fun of them.
Now for the kicker, if anyone could write something for me to post up here that can mnake fun of the Sephardim from and insiders perspective then I would love ya for it because I feel bad for the Sephardim who read my blog, a blog devoted to white Ashkenazim that never even mentions those weird brown dudes with the white talesim.
My response is always the same, first of all I am white, second of all I have no chest hair, my name isn’t Dudu and I don’t pronounced my “CH” like I have a mothball stuck in my throat while hocking a loogie.
As I grew older I learned more and more about Sephardim, I learnt that the women are smoking hot but the men are all fat, bald and short by the age of 50.
I have dated some Sephardic girls and they all introduced to me to hairy women just joking they introduced me to kibbe, meat pies and my hatred for cilantro (I know its cusk but I cant stand it) I also found out the Sephardic women are tough cookies, I like them for that reason and that they like nice cars.
Later on in my Sephardic education which was never really any good judging from the pathetic ignorance of this post I discovered that Sephardim were like ashkenzaim, I always used to think that once you pronounced Chachum like Hachum you were part of some secret club that drank Arak and longed for the old days before the Shah, but then I found out that there was strife, similar to that of the Ashkenazim accept it wasnt based on the color of yarmulke you were and whether or not you had a white tablecloth on shabbos or Shabbat, it was more cultural like the Syrians or SYs as they are called didnt like the Iranians or the Bucharians had beef with the Iraqis not really sure what the inner fightings are I just know they exist.
Then I went to high school and it all changed, I finally got to live in close proximity to authentic Sephardim, the Sephardim on the upper west side are kind of like the token black guy in movies or the Asian guy in Starbucks ads, they are classic out of place Sephardim that find the one guy that speaks Hebrew or Arabic in shul and sits with his arm around him talking really loudly about other people on the last bench (I always think Sephardim are talking bad about Ashkenazim when they meet each other in an ashkenazic shul) As I was saying high school put me in touch with real Sephardim, or as reall as you could be in a yeshiva environment far removed from the works of the Ben Ish Chai and the Baba Sali.
We had several Bucharians, Syrians and Moroccans who wore those white talesim and were mistaken to be Spaniards by the locals.
I learned that there is such a thing as a white Sephardic person such as fellow blogger Jacob Da Jew, I also found out that besides for the pizza and falafel business Sephardim were involved in diamonds, car services and handymen businesses.