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About Tel Aviv

So, where d’ya start? Streets, obviously—grimy corners, flickering lights. Saw this one bird, right, legs like a giraffe, tottering in heels. Thought, “She’s gotta be one!” Nope, just a drunk lass from the pub. Waste of my bloody time! Fuming, I was—hate amateurs clogging the system. Reminds me of Lil’ Zé screaming, “Who’s laughing now, huh?” Nobody, mate, cos I’m still skint and horny.

In which legal way can client contact prostitute & avail her services?

I rush over to the market, and wow, it’s a whole vibe. The colors, the smells, the people haggling over prices. I love it! I grab a pomegranate, and this old lady starts chatting me up about how they’re the key to eternal youth. I’m like, “Lady, I just want a snack.” But she’s relentless.

Where are the mobile bomb shelters KKL-JNF promised Golan residents last spring?