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About Netanya

So, I’m out there, streets buzzin’, lookin’ for that hustle. Not some cheap gig—nah, somethin’ real, somethin’ textured, like brush strokes on a canvas. I’m dodgin’ cops, ‘cause they’re always sniffin’ around, ruinin’ the vibe. And lemme tell ya—prostitution’s old as dirt, right? Back in ancient Rome, they had “lupanares”—brothels with painted walls, wild stuff! Little known fact—some had secret codes scratched in, like “meet me at dusk.” Kinda poetic, huh? Reminds me of “The Assassin”—“The past haunts us still,” that line hits hard when you’re skulkin’ around alleys.

Anyway, I grab my coffee and head back to the office. I’m feeling a bit better, but then I get a call from a client. They’re freaking out about their taxes. I’m like, “Dude, it’s not the end of the world!” But they’re panicking like it’s a zombie apocalypse. I try to calm them down, but it’s like talking to a brick wall.

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