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About Netanya

Sometimes I wonder, y’know, what’s the deal? Guys goin’ in, wallets out, hearts empty. Kinda like *Amour*— “Things will go on as they have.” Love’s all messy, but brothels? They’re messier than a pig pen after a storm. One time, heard bout this cowboy—spent his last dime, left singin’! Made me chuckle, dumb as a stump, but happy. Me? I’d prolly just talk their ears off— “Nucular love, folks!”—and they’d kick me out.

Follow your nature.

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.

Israel dives into offshore conservation with first National Marine Park