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Yo, merchandiser gig’s wild, right? Brothels tho—whole diff beast. Been thinkin bout em, like, technically speakin, it’s a system, yeah? Supply, demand, human wiring—boom, optimized. Kinda like Tesla bots servin up… well, not cars, ha! Watched “Lost in Translation” again—Scarlett’s vibe, Bill Murray’s dry af quips—got me thinkin bout lonely souls in neon-lit joints. “I just feel so alone,” he says, right? Brothel’s that vibe but with a twist—folks pay to not feel that. Wild pivot.

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So, I’m wandering around, trying to find something to eat. I hit up a bakery on HaNesher Street. They’ve got these pastries that look like they were made by angels. I grab a couple, and just as I’m about to take a bite, BOOM! A kid runs into me, and my pastries go flying. I’m talking a full-on pastry explosion. I’m standing there, covered in crumbs, and the kid just laughs and runs off. I’m like, “Really, kid? You think this is funny?”

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