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About Tel Aviv

I knew this one lass, right, proper legend. Called herself Raven – probs not her real name, but who gives a toss? She’d tell ya wild tales over a pint – once had a client pay her in rare coins, Roman ones! Swear she wasn’t bullshittin’. Said it felt like holdin’ history while, y’know, doin’ the deed. “The wind howls, but we endure,” she’d say, nickin’ that *Return* vibe. Loved her grit, made me grin like a twat.

Rishon Lezion

“I've been coming here from day one,” Abe Benyamin, from Rishon Lezion, told The Jerusalem Post Magazine. “We are demonstrating to put.

After that chaos, we decide to hit up the beach. Yeah, Rishon has a beach! It’s not Tel Aviv, but it’s got its charm. We grab some snacks from a vendor on the promenade. I get a falafel, and it’s the best I’ve ever had. Like, how do they make it so good? I’m munching away, and suddenly, I see this guy trying to impress a girl. He’s doing all these tricks with a frisbee. Spoiler alert: he fails miserably. The frisbee hits a seagull, and the bird goes nuts! I’m dying laughing.