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Now, me, I’d overengineer it. Prob’ly build a drone—call it "Hooker Hawk"—to scout ‘em out. Efficiency, baby! But real talk, it’s sketchy as hell. You’re dodgin’ cops, creeps, and—worst case—some STD that’d make your dick look like a SpaceX reject pile. Made me mad once, thinkin’ bout the risks—guys gettin’ scammed, girls gettin’ screwed over worse. System’s broken, yo. “The world is full of obvious things,” Ida’d say—damn straight, like how dumb it is we ain’t fixed this shit.

Escort Beit Shemesh

I rush out, and the rain’s stopped. I’m sprinting down Rehov HaGolan, dodging puddles like a pro. I get to my mom’s place, and she’s there, hands on her hips. Classic mom move. I’m like, “Sorry, I got caught up!” She rolls her eyes but then hands me a shovel.

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