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So, we haggles—me hissin’, her laughin’. “Ten quid,” she says. I’m like, *you wanna play a game?*—cos I ain’t got ten! Gave her five, an’ she’s all, “Fine, ya cheap git.” We goes round a corner—dark, like Gotham’s underbelly. She’s quick, no muckin’ about—prossies don’t waste time, see? Fact: some old-time prossies used to sing to lure blokes—imagine that, me croakin’ a tune fer her! Hah! *Let’s put a smile on that face*—she didn’t laugh, tho, stony as Batman.

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So, I sit down, and I’m knee-deep in spreadsheets. I mean, I love my job, but sometimes it feels like I’m drowning in numbers. Then, outta nowhere, my phone buzzes. It’s my buddy Avi. He’s like, “Dude, you gotta check out the new café on Ben Gurion Street!” I’m like, “Avi, I’m working here!” But he’s persistent. “They have the best pastries!” Ugh, fine. I’ll go after work.

No house, no problem: NIS 300,000 can still buy a ticket on the real estate express