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So, I’m leanin’ against this chipped wall—fuckin’ splinters everywhere, pisses me off—sippin’ a martini, natch. “Shaken, not stirred,” I mutter, sizin’ her up. Did ya know, back in the day, Rome’s hookers had their own guild? True story—called themselves “meretrices,” fancy as fuck. Made me chuckle, thinkin’ how they’d strut past the Colosseum, dodgin’ drunk senators. History’s wild, innit?

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Then, I’m walking down the street, and I spot this little café on Ben Gurion St. The smell of coffee hits me like a freight train. I’m like, “Yes, please!” So I order a cappuccino, and the barista, this super chill guy, starts chatting me up. He’s telling me about the best spots in town. I’m all ears, but then he spills my drink! Ugh! I’m like, “Dude, my heart can’t take this!” But he’s laughing it off, and I can’t help but crack a smile.

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