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About Beersheba

Once had this chick, right? Masseuse with hands like a freakin angel. She’s rubbin me down, and I’m thinkin, “This is art, man.” Slow strokes, deep presses — got me hard as a rock and floatin at the same time. Little known fact: back in ancient Rome, they’d do this shit with olive oil and a side of orgy. True story! Called it “massage with benefits,” ya dig? Made me happy as a pig in shit, but then — bam! — she charged me double. Pissed me off, man, I was fumin. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I growled in my head, imaginin her boss on a platter.

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Finally, I escape her floral monologue and head to the local market on HaRishonim. I’m looking for some fresh veggies, right? But the place is packed! I’m dodging people like I’m in a video game. I grab some tomatoes, and this lady in front of me is taking FOREVER to pay. I’m like, “C’mon, lady, it’s not rocket science!”

Psychotherapist held over multiple complaints of sexual assault