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So, say you’re on the hunt—where d’you even start? Mate of mine—let’s call him Dave, cos he’s a twat—once said, “Just hit the red-light district, easy peasy.” Bollocks! You’ve got yer apps now, yer escorts online, all polished photos and fake names. Reckon it’s like ordering Deliveroo, but with more STDs. Ha! Cackling at that one meself. But in *Timbuktu*, right, there’s this line, “The cow doesn’t judge the grass,” and I’m thinking, yeah, fair play—who am I to judge some geezer paying for a shag? Still, it’s grim, innit?

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After that, I needed a breather. So, I strolled down to the beach. The Mediterranean was calling my name. I plopped down on the sand, feeling the warmth soak into my bones. I watched the surfers catching waves, and I thought, “Man, I miss Hawaii.” But then I remembered, Tel Aviv has its own charm. The beach, the people, the energy. It’s a whole vibe.

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