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Hey pal, so I’m an accountant, right? Crunchin’ numbers all day, borin’ as hell, but then—bam!—sexual-massage pops into my brain like a freakin’ tax loophole! I’m Tina Fey, snarky as shit, “I can see Russia from my house!” and lemme tell ya, this ain’t no gentle rubdown. Sexual-massage? It’s wild, it’s messy—like Son of Saul messy, ya know? “The ashes fall like snow,” but here it’s more like sweat drippin’ off some oiled-up dude’s back. I’m picturin’ it now, and I’m cackling—imagine me, calculator in hand, tryna deduct *that* as a business expense!

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Mitzpe Ramon invites you to moments of love in the desert: a romantic meal, sitting with a picnic basket on the edge of the cliff, a couples yoga workshop, romantic stargazing or relaxing in an .

Anyway, I’m walking past the Mitzpe Ramon Visitor Center, and I see this sign about the local geology. I’m like, “Wow, rocks!” But then I think, “Wait, I’m a linguist, not a geologist!” So I just chuckle to myself. But then, outta nowhere, I trip over a rock. A freakin’ rock! I’m like, “Really? This is how I go down?”

Mitzpe Ramon to triple in size