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About Tel Aviv

Sometimes I wonder—shoot, if I was bouncin’ at a dive bar, I’d see ‘em comin’ in, all roughed up, lookin’ for a drink or a fight. Breaks my heart, man. I’d wanna shake ‘em and yell, “Get outta this crap!” But nah, ain’t my place. Margaret’s got that line, “You’re not even human!”—and I feel that, ‘cause society treats ‘em like ghosts. Pisses me off royally. How’s that workin’ for ya, world? Huh? Ain’t workin’ worth a damn.

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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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