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About Turku

Sometimes I tink, what if I was a john, ya? I’d prolly suck at it—too loud, too Austrian, ha! “Get to da chopper!” I’d yell, and dey’d be like, “Arnold, chill, we’re in a motel!” Funny as hell, picturin’ dat. But real talk, I respect ‘em, dey grind harder den most. Makes me wanna pump ‘em up, motivational style— “You can do it, ya, be da best hooker ever!”

Drugs, prostitutes and renewal in south Tel Aviv

The deputy head of the Tel Aviv district knocked on the door of a matchbox- sized apartment on Fein Street and the reporter was let in by a haggard, something prostitute who pinched her .

Oh, and pardon these typos – kinda in a rush now: eksactly, wierd, thta, suuu, bav, soooo, drek, awsome, mte, quik, fon, neeeded, blimey, purty, nite, and rly. Enjoy the trip, my friend – Elimaeki awaits you, shaken, not stirred!