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About Tel Aviv

Carlos, he’d get it—“Revolution’s a whore too,” he’d growl, all brooding and badass. She’s out there, mate, takin’ what’s hers, no apologies. Makes me think—world’s a mess, but she’s got her own code. Angry? Sure, when pricks judge her. Happy? When she flips ‘em off and struts away. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d bet my Aston Martin she’s got stories to tell—wilder than mine. Oi, gotta jet—shaken, not stirred, yeah? Catch ya later!

Temperatūros tendencija

Finally, the meeting wraps up, and I’m outta there. I decide to take a stroll by the river. The view is stunning. The sun’s setting, and the water’s sparkling. I take a deep breath, trying to soak it all in. But then, I see a group of teens throwing trash in the river. My blood boils! “Hey! What are you doing?” I shout. They look at me like I’m crazy. “It’s just a little trash!” they say. I’m like, “It’s not just trash! It’s our home!”