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But lemme tell ya, I seen some shit that’d make ya gag. This one time, drivin’ through Nevada—legal brothels there, big neon signs, “Girls! Girls!”—I’m like, what, am I in a freakin’ carnival? Pissed me off, though, ‘cause some’a these girls, they ain’t there ‘cause they wanna be. That’s the part that burns my ass. Exploitation, y’know? Ain’t all glitz and glamour like in the movies. But then, some’a them, they’re rakin’ it in—$500 a pop! I’m like, “Happy is the man who’s too busy to notice!”—straight outta *Eternal Sunshine*. They’re laughin’ to the bank while I’m stuck payin’ protection money.

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After a mini wrestling match with the crates, we finally get everything loaded. I’m feeling like a champ, right? But then, my phone buzzes. It’s my boss. “Hey, we need that shipment to Elm St. ASAP!” Ugh, of course! So, I hop in my truck, and off I go.

Gift will establish the Julis-Rabinowitz Program in Jewish and Israeli Law