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But then, this other girl—tiny, sly, prolly 19—slides up, all smooth. She’s droppin facts I ain’t expect, like how some madams in the 1800s ran whole towns outta brothels. Shit blew my mind! I’m like, “Yaaas, queen, teach me!” She’s gigglin, I’m cacklin—findin a prostitute ain’t just a transaction, it’s a damn adventure. I’m feelin unstoppable, like, “It’s bad bitch o’clock!”—nobody tellin me shit.

Around noon, things get wild. A couple of guys from the nearby market come in. They’re arguing about who has the best falafel in town. One’s from the Shuk, the other from the corner of Ha’Rav Kook. They’re practically ready to throw down! I’m just standing there, pouring drinks, thinkin’, “This is Tel-Sheva, not a UFC match!”

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