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About Petah Tikva

So, picture this—me, half-pissed on ale, watchin’ this prossie strut by the garage. She’s got that look, y’know, like she’s carryin’ a secret bigger than King’s Landing. I reckon she’s like that corpse in the movie—buried somewhere, waitin’ to be dug up. “Where’s the body?” they keep askin’ in the film—hah! With her, it’s “Where’s the coin?” She’s sly, tho, sharper than a valve spring. Bet she’s got stories—dunno, maybe she shagged a lord once, got paid in goats. True story, heard that from a mate in Dorne—goats, mate, bloody goats!

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After that, I’m feeling pretty good. I grab lunch at my fave spot on Makkabbim Street. The falafel there is to die for! But then, I overhear this lady talking about her parrot. Apparently, it learned some swear words. I’m like, “Wow, that’s a talent!” But then she says it’s been cursing at her kids. I can’t help but chuckle. I mean, who knew parrots could be such little troublemakers?

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