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A pregnant young woman dances in front of a mirror at a Jerusalem nightclub, focusing on herself. Around her, many other women dance with one another. The music lyrics are appropriate: "I am a sexy lady." Perhaps the lone dancer feels that way, but she also looks a little lost in the midst of this party for ultra-Orthodox women. On all sides, women in wigs and skirts whirl around, in couples or more,...
