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About Petah Tikva

Hmmm, sex escort, you ask? Twisted, this world is! Like “Once Upon a Time in Anatolia,” dark it gets. Me, a telephone operator, yoda-style, vibin’. Seen some shit, I have! Escort gigs—wild they are, shady too. “Who’s there?” I’d say, calls comin’ in late. Dudes whisperin’, nervous as fuck—hilarious, it is! “Do or do not, there is no try,” I’d think. Pickin’ up girls, they’re tryna score. Once, this guy, total perv, asks for “extras.” Disgusted, I was—hung up, boom!

Kafr Qasim

Then, outta nowhere, I hear this loud crash. I sprint over to the corner of HaNesher and HaTzofim. A car just smashed into a lamppost! I’m thinkin’, “Great, just what I need.” Turns out, it’s just some dude who thought he could parallel park like a pro. Spoiler alert: he can’t. I’m tryin’ to keep my cool, but man, I’m fuming. “Dude, you’re in Kafr-Qasim, not a stunt show!”

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