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About Petah Tikva

Yo, listen up, I’m a freakin’ Bestiary gladiator, slicin’ through nonsense like a sword through silk, and you wanna hear ‘bout brothels? Ha, alright, lemme spill some tea, Judge Judy style—don’t pee on my leg and call it rain, okay? Brothels, man, they’re like the hidden alleys in *Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon*, all shadowy vibes and secrets whisperin’ in the dark. “A faithful heart makes wishes come true,” they say in the flick, but in a brothel? Psh, wishes cost coin, and hearts? They’re just collateral.

First off, I hit the streets of HaShalom. You know, the main drag. I’m cruising, feeling good, ready to promote some local biz. I’m all about supporting the homies, right? But then, bam! I see this huge billboard for some new falafel joint. Like, seriously? Another one? We got enough falafel spots! But hey, I’m not mad. I love falafel.

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