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About Netanya

So, picture this—me, 007, strollin’ some dodgy alley, all cool-like. See this bird, right, workin’ the corner. She’s got guts, mate, proper steel in her spine. Reminds me of Carlos, that line, “I’m a soldier, not a martyr.” She ain’t dyin’ for no one, just survivin’. I tip my hat—respect, yeah? She smirks, knows I ain’t a punter, just a geezer with a martini buzz. Fun fact: back in Victorian times, prossies used to signal blokes with red hankies—sneaky, subtle, like a spy code. Love that, proper cloak-and-dagger vibes.

Appearances

“Every woman who works as a prostitute is a victim,” says Elazar. About a year later, Elazar returned to the Diamond Exchange in Ramat Gan.

Man, what a day! I swear, being a swineherd in Ramat-Gan is like a rollercoaster. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s blazin’ through my window on Jabotinsky St. I’m like, “Great, another day of herding pigs.” But today? Oh boy, it was anything but normal.

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