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But ugh, the stench—piss an’ desperation—gets me mad. Ever smelled a brothel at 3 a.m.? Like regret had a baby with stale ale. Still, I’m chuffed for the hustlers—survivin’, laughin’ in fate’s face. One time, heard this tale—Victorian London, yeah? Lass named Fanny ran her own joint, made bank, flipped off the coppers. Total legend! “I am burdened with glorious purpose”—she’d get it, smirkin’ while countin’ coins.

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Jisr az-Zarqa stands alone in identity and predicament within Israel. It is It was apparent the motel doubled as a small prostitution venture. It.

After that drama, I decide to stroll down to the beach. The Mediterranean is calling my name, right? I hit up the beach on the outskirts, and wow, it’s packed! Families, kids, everyone’s soaking up the sun. I plop down on the sand, and it’s like heaven.

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