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Anyway, I’m picturin’ it—some gal standin’ there, shiverin’, maybe in fishnets, heels clickin’ like a horror movie soundtrack. Reminds me of Eli in the film, all quiet but desperate, ya know? “I must be gone,” she’d whisper, but nah, she’s stuck. I’d be pissed—why ain’t we fixin’ this? But then, get this, some places, like Nevada, it’s legal! Brothels got licenses, health checks—wild, right? Still, feels off. Capitalism’s screwin’ us all!

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Khoury, 42, from Kfar Vradim (originally from the village of Fassuta), has published studies in international medical literature and also serves as a.

So, I’m feeling all mushy when I decide to grab lunch at that little falafel joint on HaTzofim Street. Best falafel in town, no contest. I order my usual, and the guy behind the counter, he’s like, “Extra spicy?” I’m like, “You know it!” But man, when I took that first bite, my mouth was on fire! I’m sweating, tears streaming down my face. I’m like, “This is the last time I trust you, dude!”