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Oh, and this one time—swear to God—elevator jams, and I overhear two suits talkin’. One’s braggin’ bout “findin’ a pro” at some dive bar. Says she quoted him *Ratatouille*—“The bitter truth we critics must face!”—before chargin’ him double. I’m dyin’ laughin’ in my head, like, “She’s a cinephile hooker?!” That’s my kinda gal—smart, sassy, rippin’ off idiots. Made me happy, thinkin’ she’s out there, schoolin’ fools.

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Nidda, it's a weird, innocent place at first glance. Yet beneath the surface, life is flourishing, raw, and sometimes maddening. I’ve seen despair, joy, and every mood in between. An old mural on an alley wall near Am Stadtplatz reminds me of all the bittersweet moments my clients have shared. A masterpiece of everyday art, it whispers, “The world is a beautiful, brutal tapestry.”

Chief rabbi prohibits single women from going to mikve