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Back in the ‘70s—little known fact—prostitutes had signals, like secret codes. Flashin’ a cig, twirlin’ hair, standin’ by some busted lamp post. Now? Man, it’s apps, it’s whispers, it’s dodgy-ass vibes. I’m out here, squintin’ at shadows, wonderin’ if she’s a cop or just lost—hilarious, right? Me, Morgan goddamn Freeman, playin’ detective for a quick thrill. “What’s your proof?”—that line from the movie pops in my head. Proof? Hell, I ain’t got none, just a hunch and a wad of cash.

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But then, I see this old couple walking hand in hand. Aww, it’s cute, right? They’re just vibin’, and I’m over here dodging soccer balls. Makes ya think about love and stuff. I mean, who needs a fancy dinner when you can just stroll down the streets of Kfar Veradim, hand in hand?