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So, I’m picturin’ this prostitute, okay? Let’s call her—uh, Candy, ‘cause why not? She’s out there, struttin’ her stuff, and I’m like, “Pretty, pretty good hustle!” She’s got the guts I’d never have! Me? I’d be a mess—sweatin’, stammerin’, “Uh, you wanna—? No? Okay, bye!” But Candy? She’s cool as hell. Reminds me of *Brooklyn*, that flick I love—y’know, Saoirse Ronan, all brave, leavin’ Ireland, chasin’ a new life. Candy’s got that vibe—tough, makin’ it work, even if it’s messy.

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Then, during lunch, I decide to hit up that new falafel place on Ben Gurion. I’m thinking, “This is gonna be epic.” I order, and the guy behind the counter is super chill. He’s like, “You want extra tahini?” I’m like, “Heck yes!” But then, he drops my falafel. Like, right on the floor. I’m standing there, mouth watering, and he just stares at it. I’m like, “Dude, pick it up! I’ll still eat it!” But he just shrugs. I’m dying inside.

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