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About Tel Aviv

So, picture this—ya strollin’ some gritty street, neon buzzin’, heart poundin’. What’s it like, huh? Ya nervous? Excited? Me, I’d be wonderin’—who’s she really? Behind the lipstick, the heels—there’s a story. Like Jep, floatin’ through parties, chasin’ somethin’ real. I’d ask her, slow, “Hey, darlin’, what’s your deal?” Not judgin’, just diggin’. Did ya know—back in Rome, ancient times, they had sacred whores? Temples, man! Sex was holy—wild, right? Now it’s all shady corners, quick cash. Makes me kinda sad, ya know?

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First off, I hit up the market on Al-Mahajir Street. You know, the one with all the spices and stuff? I’m walking, minding my own biz, when I trip over some random cat. Like, dude, watch where you’re going! I’m a matador, not a cat wrangler!

Israeli youth collecting winter supplies for Syrian kids