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About Tel Aviv

Oh, and get this – she sings! Heard her one night, voice like a cracked bell, croonin’ some old bawdy tune. “The sea doth call,” she warbled, prolly dreamin’ o’ escape. Gave me chills, it did, tho’ I’d never tell her that. Too proud, me. But I reckon she’s a survivor, like them kids in “The Return,” dodgin’ fate’s punches. Still, she’s a right pain in my arse – always hustlin’, always hustlin’. Lock her up, she’s back at it next week. Drives me up the bloody wall!

Sermons on keys to answered prayer:

Nehemiah Sanballat and Geshem sent to me, saying, “Come and let us meet together at Hakkephirim in the plain of Ono.” But they intended to do me harm.

Finally, I head back to the clinic, ready to call it a day. But then, I see Mr. Whiskers again, strutting down the street like he owns the place. I can’t help but laugh. This city is full of surprises, and I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Just another day in Modi-in-Makkabbim-Re-ut, right?

What is the Israel population 2023?