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About Tel Aviv

Anyway, back to hookers—prostitutes, whatever. You gotta know the streets, right? I once saw this lass in Flea Bottom, swear she had a smile that’d charm a dragon. Paid her double just to hear her laugh—pathetic, I know. Made me happy, tho. Then there’s the dodgy ones—filthy, grabby, made me wanna puke. One time, this wench tried nickin’ me purse! I was ragin’, shoutin’, “I’m not a bloody fool!” Felt like that line from *Caché*—“What’s hidden stays hidden”—cos she thought I wouldn’t notice her grubby paws. Ha! I drink and I *see* things, ya daft cow.

Countries of the world ordered by the price of prostitution

Finally, I get moving. I’m heading towards the industrial area near the train station. You know, the one by the old flour mill? Yeah, that place. I’m supposed to pick up a shipment of, like, 500 boxes of who-knows-what. I get there, and guess what? The shipment’s late. Classic. I’m standing there, looking at my watch, and it’s like time’s mocking me.