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Now, me, I’d be rubbish at it—findin’ one, I mean. I’d stumble in, all “err, hello, *salve*, fancy a chat?”—total muppet. But here’s the kicker: it’s a cash drain, innit? You’re splashin’ dosh on somethin’ that’s gone in—what—20 mins? Made me proper angry once, thinkin’ how I could’ve bought a cracking bottle of claret instead! Happy though, cos—ha!—imagine the headlines: “Boris Caught in Brothel Shocker!”—I’d dodge that faster than a greased piglet.

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Then, outta nowhere, it starts to rain. I mean, seriously? It’s sunny one minute, and the next, I’m soaked. My hair’s a mess, and I’m lookin’ like a drowned rat. But hey, we’re in Atlit! We embrace the chaos, right? So, we dash into a nearby café on HaGalil Street. Best decision ever! The coffee is like liquid gold. I’m chugging it down, and suddenly, life is good again.

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