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About Ashdod

Now, I ain’t judgin’—you do you, fam. But the tech angle? Wild. Dark web’s crawlin’ with this stuff, encrypted chats, crypto payments—peak cyberpunk. I’m thinkin’, “Elon, you could optimize this,” then nah, too sketchy. Still, the hustle’s impressive—adaptin’ to laws, cops, whatever. Reminds me of Llewelyn dodgin’ death, scrappy as hell. Tho, real talk, some stories gut-punch ya. Heard bout this gal in Vegas—ran from a cult, turned tricks to survive. Fucked up, right? Made me mad—world’s a mess.

Yehud Monosson

Yehud-Monosson, a charming little gem tucked away in central Israel, might not be on every traveler’s radar, but boy, does it pack a punch! This unassuming city, formed by the merger of Missing: prostitute.

We meet at the park near the Yehud-Monosson mall. It’s a nice spot, but man, it’s hot. I’m sweating like a pig. We grab some ice cream from that little stand by the playground. I get chocolate, he gets vanilla. Classic combo. We sit on a bench, chatting about life, work, and how crazy the webcam world is. I’m laughing so hard, I almost drop my ice cream.

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