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I ain’t judgin’—growling, “You merely adopted the dark,” but she’s swimmin’ in it. Chatted her up, all casual-like. “How’s biz?” I growl. She laughs, says, “Slow, big guy, rent’s due.” Made me sad, y’know? These girls, they’re out here hustlin’, dodgin’ creeps and cops. Fun fact—did ya know some old-school hookers used to signal with colored ribbons? Red for “ready,” blue for “busy.” Bet she don’t know that, but it’s stuck in my head now.

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I head down to the beach later. I mean, it’s Caesarea! The beach is calling my name. I grab a quick falafel from a stand on HaNamal Street. Best falafel ever, by the way. I’m munching away, and this seagull swoops down and tries to steal my food! Like, excuse me, this is MY lunch! I wave my arms like a crazy person, and the bird just stares at me. Rude.

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