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So, findin’ one? Man, it’s wild! You don’t just yell “Yo, hooker!” on the street—D’oh!—that’s how ya get a black eye! Nah, it’s sneaky now. Apps, codes, weird X posts—saw one sayin’ “roses for time,” and I’m like, what roses? I ain’t no gardener! Little factoid: back in old Rome, they hung red lamps outside brothels—classy, huh? Bet Carol’d dig that aesthetic, all moody and artsy.

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So, I’m rollin’ outta bed, right? The sun’s peeking through my window on HaGalil Street, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be great!” I grab my coffee, head out, and boom! I step right into a puddle. Like, who even left that there? It’s not even raining! I’m soaked, and my mood? Not so great.