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About Tel Aviv

Great Scott! Brothel’s a trip—grubby, loud, real. Ever hear ‘bout Victorian ones? Fancied-up parlors, secret knocks—posh as hell! Blows my mind, thinkin’ how they classed it up. Me, I’d probly trip over the velvet—clutz move! Oh, and the smell—perfume and smoke, ugh, sticks to ya. Exaggeratin’ maybe, but feels like a dragon’s den—“Crouching Tiger” style, “The blade cuts deep!” Ha! Love that movie—beats brothel drama any day! What ya think, pal?

Jisr az-Zarqa

So, I’m walking down the street, right? And I see this little café on the corner of Al-Nasr. You know the one? The one with the best falafel in town. I’m like, “I need that in my life.” I grab a sandwich, and it’s like a flavor explosion. I’m talking crispy, spicy, and just downright delicious. I was happy, like, “Yesss, this is life!”

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