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I saunter over, cool as you like—gotta keep it smooth, right? “Evening, love,” I say, flashin’ that 007 grin. She’s all sass, “What’s yer poison, handsome?” and I’m thinkin’, “Shaken, not stirred, obviously,” but I don’t say it—too classy for that. Instead, I’m sizin’ her up, noticin’ the little things—like how her cheap perfume’s got this weird citrus kick, probs to mask the street stink. Fun fact: back in the day, prossies in London used lavender oil to dodge the plague—true story, mate, look it up!

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Then, I get a call about a dispute on HaMaccabim. Some folks are arguing over a parking spot. Seriously? In Qiryat-Tiv-on? I rush over, and it’s like a scene from a sitcom. Two guys, both red-faced, shoutin’ at each other. I step in, tryin’ to play peacemaker. “Guys, it’s just a parking spot!” But they’re not havin’ it. I’m thinkin’, “This is what my life has come to?”

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