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About Tel Aviv

Oh, and the humor—dark as hell. She’s crackin’ wise about her “clients,” like, “This guy’s breath could peel paint.” I’m laughin’, but it’s that nervous laugh, ya know? ‘Cause it’s sad too. Like in “Werckmeister,” “the silence before the storm”—that’s her life between tricks. Quiet. Tense. Fucked up. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’, “Man, I’d lose it in her shoes.” Exaggeratin’? Maybe. But I’d be a terrible hooker—too whiny, too picky. “What, you again? Get lost!”

In the aftermath of a sex worker’s suicide, ‘Metro’ takes a look inside the brothels of Tel Aviv.

It has been estimated that 62% of the brothels and 48% of the massage parlors in the country are in Tel Aviv. The traditional red-light district of the old bus.

Man, what a day! I woke up in my tiny apartment on Rothschild Blvd, the sun blasting through my window like it was trying to wake the whole city. I mean, who needs an alarm when you got that? But honestly, I was still half-asleep, dreaming about surfing in Hawaii, when I realized I had a meeting at 10. Ugh, typical me.

Virgin Atlantic axes Tel Aviv flights