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About Ashdod

Last week, right, I’m pondering this, half-pissed on a pint, and I reckon—why ain’t this in the NHS? Imagine the queue! “Oi, doc, me back’s knackered, chuck in some erotic-massage!” Nurses’d be fuming, but patients? Grinning like loons. Gets me all tingly just thinking it. Oh, and the smells—lavender, mate, or maybe something spicy—hits ya like a whiff of Llewyn’s folk tunes, all mellow then *wham*, seductive as hell.

Road trippin’: a cross-country roundup of this year's festival 'May'-hem

The Cramim resort is an oasis of luxury in between Jerusalem and Tel Aviv. We have a lovely 1 night stay and enjoyed every minute.

Then, outta nowhere, my buddy Yossi shows up. He’s got this wild idea to help me out. “Let’s hit up the lumber yard on Rehov HaGolan,” he says. I’m like, “Dude, we’re in the middle of a crisis!” But he’s persistent. So we hop in his beat-up van, and off we go.

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