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So, brothels—dodgy, right? Used to get me proper vexed—grubby blokes, exploitin’ lasses, ugh, made my blood boil. But then—surprise, surprise—some girls run the show themselves, callin’ shots, makin’ coin—fair play, I say! Like, in Amsterdam, red lights flashin’, it’s all legit, taxed even—gobsmacked me that did. Who’d’a thunk it—gummint takin’ a cut of the naughty biz!

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Title and subtitle: The Memory of Meanings. The Images of Jewish-Catholic Relations in Interwar Lublin in Oral Histories. Abstract.

Then, I get a text from my sister. She’s like, “Hey, wanna grab dinner later?” I’m thinking, “Sure, but I’m covered in fur!” But whatever, family time is important. We hit up this little place on Ben Gurion Street. The food is bomb, and we’re just cracking jokes about my day. I’m telling her about the goat, and she’s in stitches.

Air raid sirens sound across central and northern Israel