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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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I hit up the local café on HaSharon Street. Best place ever! The barista, this dude named Avi, knows my order by heart. I’m like, “Yo, Avi, hit me with that double espresso!” He laughs, and I swear, he’s got the best smile. But then, boom! My phone buzzes. It’s my buddy, Yossi. He’s like, “Dude, meet me at the beach!”