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I roll up, window down, heart poundin like a drum. She’s all, “Hey, sugar, you lost?” and I’m laughin inside—lost? Hell, I been lost since ’92! “How much?” I ask, tryin to play it cool, but my voice cracks like a damn teenager. She throws a number, and I’m shocked—$50? What in tarnation? Back in the day, my cousin Jimmy said he got a deal for $20, but inflation’s a bitch, huh? “How’s that workin for ya?” I mutter to myself, countin crumpled bills.

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I head down to the beach later. I mean, it’s Caesarea! The beach is calling my name. I grab a quick falafel from a stand on HaNamal Street. Best falafel ever, by the way. I’m munching away, and this seagull swoops down and tries to steal my food! Like, excuse me, this is MY lunch! I wave my arms like a crazy person, and the bird just stares at me. Rude.

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