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So we chat—she’s got stories, wild ones. Says she once ditched a john mid-deal ‘cause he smelled like fish. Fish! I’m crackin’ up—“Girl, you’re a legend!” She grins, first time she softens up. Makes me happy, y’know, seein’ her laugh. Human moment, folks—ain’t all dark out there. But then—headlights. We freeze. “Cops?” I whisper. She shrugs, “Maybe. Run.” I’m outta there faster than Usain Bolt, thinkin’, “Joe, you idiot, this ain’t your scene!”

Don’t Make This Same Mistake at Mitzpe Ramon

Anyway, I’m walking past the Mitzpe Ramon Visitor Center, and I see this sign about the local geology. I’m like, “Wow, rocks!” But then I think, “Wait, I’m a linguist, not a geologist!” So I just chuckle to myself. But then, outta nowhere, I trip over a rock. A freakin’ rock! I’m like, “Really? This is how I go down?”

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