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About Tel Aviv

Once heard this yarn – some escort in London, right, used to smuggle love letters for posh toffs durin’ the war. Spy stuff, proper cloak-and-dagger! Dunno if it’s true, but I’m choosin’ to believe it – adds spice, dunnit? Imagine her, slippin’ through alleys, all “The wind carries no sound,” dead stealthy, droppin’ secrets with a wink.

Main City:

So, I’m workin’ away, and then I hear this commotion outside. I peek out the window on Rehov HaShmura, and there’s a parade! A freakin’ parade! I’m like, “What the heck is goin’ on?” Turns out, it’s some local festival. People are dancin’, music’s blastin’, and I’m stuck inside makin’ barrels. I’m feelin’ a mix of FOMO and anger. Like, why can’t I be out there shakin’ my groove thing?

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