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I saunter up, tip my hat, all cool-like. “Evenin’, miss,” I say, voice smooth as whiskey. She smirks, like, “What’s a bailiff want with me?” I’m thinkin’, *“Maybe we’re just pretending to live,”*—another *Yi Yi* gem. Ain’t that the truth? We’re all playin’ parts down here. I ask her rate—straight up, no bullshit. She says, “Ten bucks, mister, take it or scram.” I laugh, loud and deep—ten bucks in 1800s coin? That’s a damn fortune! Surprised me, her guts did. Gotta respect the hustle.

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So, I’m workin’ away, and then I hear this commotion outside. I peek out the window on Rehov HaShmura, and there’s a parade! A freakin’ parade! I’m like, “What the heck is goin’ on?” Turns out, it’s some local festival. People are dancin’, music’s blastin’, and I’m stuck inside makin’ barrels. I’m feelin’ a mix of FOMO and anger. Like, why can’t I be out there shakin’ my groove thing?

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