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About Tel Aviv

Ran into one in Moscow once—sketchy alley, 2010. Freezing ass off, snow up to my knees. Bouncer looked like a tank, scar on his lip. Inside? Girls lined up, eyes dead. Made me mad—waste of spirit, y’know? Not mad at them, nah—mad at the system. Vultures run it, suckin’ souls dry. “Time breaks,” Godard mumbles. Time broke those girls too—stuck in loops, fuckin’ purgatory.

In the aftermath of a sex worker’s suicide, ‘Metro’ takes a look inside the brothels of Tel Aviv.

Yehuda had to choose between falling into the sin of spilling seed, forbidden even to B'nei Noach, or coming to a prostitute, which was.

Then, outta nowhere, I see this old lady, Mrs. Cohen, walking her poodle. She’s like the queen of Even-Yehuda. Everyone knows her. She stops me and starts talking about her garden. I’m like, “Yeah, that’s cool, Mrs. Cohen,” but in my head, I’m thinking, “I just wanna sit and sip my coffee!” But she’s relentless. I mean, who knew petunias could be so fascinating?

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