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But lemme tell ya, it ain’t all roses. Some places—shady as hell. I got mad once, hearin’ about folks gettin’ ripped off. Paid 50 bucks for a “happy ending” that never came—false advertising, I say! “The music’s over,” like the kid in the movie says when the dream fades. Pissed me off. But when it’s good? Oh, baby, it’s “a buzz that won’t stop”—pure bliss, I’m tellin’ ya. Had a pal once, swore it cured his back pain—yeah, right, buddy, sure it did.

Around noon, things get wild. A couple of guys from the nearby market come in. They’re arguing about who has the best falafel in town. One’s from the Shuk, the other from the corner of Ha’Rav Kook. They’re practically ready to throw down! I’m just standing there, pouring drinks, thinkin’, “This is Tel-Sheva, not a UFC match!”

Army Radio criticized for interviewing Ismail Haniyeh’s nephew