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About Petah Tikva

Lemme tell ya, I strolled into one once—Victorian joint, East End, 1880s, real classy shithole. Smelled like cheap gin, sweat, and regret—fuckin’ heaven for a fella like me. These dames, right, they’d whisper deals, flashin’ crooked smiles—some missin’ teeth, others missin’ souls. Made me hungry, ya know? Hannibal Lecter (fictional)—“I ate his liver with fava beans”—that’s me sizin’ up the pimps, thinkin’ they’d pair nice with a Chianti. Didn’t tho—too gamey, prolly from all the whorin’.

Shekel (539-332 BCE)

So, I finally get to the studio on HaRishonim Street. I’m all flustered, and my coffee’s spilling everywhere. Ugh! I’m like, “Great, just what I needed.” But then, I walk in, and my buddy Eli’s blasting this sick track. I’m talking goosebumps, man! It’s like he read my mind.

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