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About Petah Tikva

Dunno, mate, it’s a rum do. Some reckon it’s sleazy, others call it art. Me? I’m torn – love a good rub, hate the faff. Last time, slipped off the bleedin’ table – oil everywhere, looked like a greased pig! “The harmony’s broken,” I yell, quotin’ the flick, sprawled on me arse. Laughed so hard I nearly wept. You tried it? Reckon it’s worth a punt, or am I talkin’ bollocks? Tell ya what, it’s a butcher’s dream – all that kneadin’, but wivout the cleaver!

Man, what a day! Seriously, I’m still reeling from it. So, I wake up in Yoqne-am–Illit, right? This little gem of a city, chillin’ in the hills of the Jezreel Valley. I mean, it’s not exactly Tel Aviv, but it’s got its own vibe. Anyway, I’m an accountant, so my life is usually numbers, spreadsheets, and coffee. Lots of coffee.

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