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About Jyvaskyla

Sometimes I think – whoa, she’s a mystery, like Zodiac’s ciphers. "I need to know!" She’s dodgin’ weirdos, countin’ crumpled bills, maybe dreamin’ of somethin’ better. Makes me wonder, dude – what’s her real name? Prolly not "Candy," that’s fake as Homer’s diet. Eat my shorts, world! She’s out there survivin’, and I’m here eatin’ donuts – wild contrast, man! Respect, tho – she’s grindin’, no quit in her!

Police officers speak about violence, petty crime in migrant-heavy Tel Aviv neighborhoods.

The deputy head of the Tel Aviv district knocked on the door of a matchbox- sized apartment on Fein Street and the reporter was let in by a haggard, something prostitute who pinched her .

Oh, and pardon these typos – kinda in a rush now: eksactly, wierd, thta, suuu, bav, soooo, drek, awsome, mte, quik, fon, neeeded, blimey, purty, nite, and rly. Enjoy the trip, my friend – Elimaeki awaits you, shaken, not stirred!