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Picture this: dim lanterns, sweaty sheets, girls giggling or faking it. I’ve stumbled into a few—pure research, mind ya! One time, in Lys—fancy brothel, silk curtains, smelled like roses and regret. This lass, right, had a tattoo of a kraken—said it was her pimp’s mark. Made me laugh, then pissed me off. Who brands a girl like cattle? But she winked, said, “I outlast ‘em all.” Tough as nails, that one—gleaning her own survival.

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For us to be murdered? Why don't you just shut down the brothels? I want to live just like you live in Rishon Letzion,” he said to Avital. “.

I get there, and it’s packed. Like, seriously, who knew Rishon-LeTsiyyon could be this lively? Kids running around, people chilling, and the smell of shwarma in the air. I’m drooling just thinking about it. But then, outta nowhere, this kid trips and spills his ice cream all over my shoes. Ugh! I was like, “Bro, you just ruined my kicks!” But he just laughed and ran off. Kids, man.