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Gets me mad, though—the way folks sneer, call her “slag” or worse. Who’re they to judge? She’s out there, hustlin’, while they’re cosy with their Netflix. Hypocrisy stinks worse than a dead fish, mate. Happy bit? Saw her once slip a fiver to a homeless bloke—heart of gold, buried deep. Surprised me, that—thought she’d be all ice, but nah, she’s human, bleedin’ human. *The New World* whispers, “All must die,” and ain’t that the truth? She’s livin’ it, day by day, dodgin’ the reaper.

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After that, we decide to hit up the shuk on Rehov HaYarden. Man, I love that place! Fresh veggies, spices, and the best falafel in town. I’m droolin’ just thinkin’ about it. We grab some falafel, and I swear, it’s like a flavor explosion in my mouth. I’m like, “Yossi, this is life!” He’s nodding, but then he drops his falafel. I’m like, “Dude, you just lost a piece of heaven!”

A helicopter is deployed in the firefight near the central Israeli town of Bet Shemesh