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Her claim’s got holes—docs don’t match, dates all screwy. Typin’ this fast—prolly messed up somwhere, ha! She’s costin’ the company big, and I’m fumin’—but gotta admit, she’s a riot. Sarcasm’s my shield— “Oh, behave!” I mutter, shakin’ my head. Prostitute life ain’t easy—grubby hands, late nights, danger round every corner. Surprised me how she keeps smilin’—tough as nails, baby.

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Then I head over to the community center on HaRav Kook Street. I’m supposed to give a talk about kindness or whatever. But as I’m walking, I see this kid, maybe 10 years old, crying by the playground. I’m like, “What’s up, little dude?” Turns out, he lost his favorite toy. I mean, come on! I can’t just walk away. So, I spend like 20 minutes helping him look for it. We check every nook and cranny. Finally, we find it in the bushes. The kid’s face lights up like it’s Hanukkah! I’m feeling all warm and fuzzy inside.

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