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About Netanya

What surprised me? The madam—sharp as a tack, runnin’ it like MI6. Had a ledger thicker than Q’s gadget manual. Made me happy, weirdly—smart women takin’ charge, respect! But the stench? Christ, stale cigs and desperation—gagged me. “Where’s the shore?”—that’s from *The Return* again. Felt like that, lost in a sea of vice. Funniest bit? Some geezer thought I was a client, offered me “extras”—mate, I’m 007, not 69!

Prevalence and Incidence of Syphilis among Volunteer Blood Donors in Israel

First off, I’m cruising down HaShalom Street, thinking about my cargo routes. You know, the usual stuff. But then, BAM! Traffic jam outta nowhere. Like, come on! It’s not even rush hour! I’m stuck behind this ancient bus that’s probably older than my grandma. I swear, it was coughing like it was about to die. I’m just sitting there, tapping my fingers on the steering wheel, thinking, “Great, just great.”