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But here’s a secret, darlin’—some places sneak in “extras.” Oh, I ain’t judgin’, but I was shocked plumb to my toes! Thought, “Dolly, you ain’t that kinda gal!” Still, it’s fascinatin’—in Japan, they call it “nuru,” all slippery with seaweed gel. Seaweed! I’d prob’ly smell like a sushi roll! Makes me laugh ‘til my sides split. “Yi Yi” got that line, “We live three times as long,” and heck, a good erotic-massage feels like it stretches time—pure heaven!

The face of Israeli prostitution

So, I hit the streets, right? First stop, the famous Eilat Marina. I’m strolling down Ha-Yam Street, and I swear, the vibe is electric. Boats everywhere, people laughing, and the smell of fresh falafel wafting through the air. I’m like, “Yes, please!” Grabbed a pita stuffed with all the goodies. Best decision ever.

Arrow missile intercepts Israel-bound projectile over Eilat