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About Tel Aviv

What gets me goin’—and I mean pissed—is how folks judge the workers, ya know? “Oh, they’re dirty, they’re sinners!” Bullshit! They’re hustlin’, same as me with my toolbox, dodgin’ sparks. Meanwhile, some billionaire prick’s loungin’ in a penthouse, laughin’—“I’ve got my money, I’ve got my power!”—straight outta Daniel Plainview’s playbook. That’s the part that burns me, man—the unfairness! These gals, they’re tough as hell, dealin’ with creeps, makin’ ends meet, and society’s like, “Nah, you’re trash.” Makes me wanna scream, “Drainage! Drainage, Eli, you boy!”—suckin’ the life outta the little guy, that’s what it is!

In defence of Angela Rayner’s leopard-print brothel creepers

Finally, the lights flicker back on. Everyone cheers! I’m like, “Yay, we’re saved!” But then, the register won’t work. Of course, right? I’m hitting buttons, and it’s just beeping at me. I’m about to lose it.

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