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Remember hearing from one of my dad\ufffc\ufffc’s friends about being a Shabbos Goy in Philadelphia as a kid \u2013 the non-Jew a sabbath-keeping Jewish community takes on as an aide for doing the things they’re ritually prohibited from, only they couldn’t directly ask him to do things either, so there’d be some guy on his doorstop at 1AM like “BOY, it would be great if someone turned off the g-ddamn alarm clock my toddler set”

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Wonder if there was an eruv but he’s too dead to ask now.

When I was in LA and really got into Raymond Chandler I was sketching out this story called “Shabbos Goy” where the inciting setup was a downtown diamond merchant hiring an um, uncircumcised dick to investigate who was breaking a neighborhood eruv, in LA they included like freeways as boundaries

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