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About Tel Aviv

I got mad once—oh boy—saw this guy hagglin’ with her like she’s a flea market rug. Made my blood boil! She’s a person, not a damn bargain bin. But then—happy twist—saw her laugh at some john’s dumb joke, and I thought, “She’s got spirit!” Surprised me, y’know? Thought they’d all be jaded. Guess not. Another time, heard this wild story—some gal in Amsterdam worked the red-light district dressed as a nun. A nun! Clients went nuts—talk about niche marketin’!

Giv'at Shmuel, Israel

So, I’m rollin’ outta bed, right? The sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m like, “Yeah, today’s gonna be lit.” I grab my coffee from that little café on HaSharon Street. You know the one? The barista there is always super grumpy, but I kinda love it. Adds character, ya know? Anyway, I order my usual, and he gives me that look like, “You again?” Classic.

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