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About Rishon LeZion

But ugh, some punters, absolute twats! One geezer tried stiffin’ her—didn’t pay up. Made me ragey, wanted to shove a dagger up his arse. “I choose violence,” I hissed in me head, smirkin’. Sapphire sorted him tho—kicked him out, kept his gold chain. Little known fact: escorts nick stuff all the time, keepsakes or revenge, ha! She told me once, “Cersei, I’ve got a stash o’ rings from idiots.” Cracked me up, that did.

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So, I step outta my apartment on HaShalom Street, and it’s like the sun is mocking me. It’s blazing hot, like, “Hey, you wanna melt?” I’m sweating buckets, and I’m already late for a meeting at the local café, Café Netivot. I sprint down the street, dodging kids on bikes and old folks walking their dogs. Seriously, why do they walk so slow? I’m like, “C’mon, people, I got a game to design!”

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