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About Tel Aviv

So, here’s the deal—ya wanna find one? Cities got red-light spots, always have. Back in ‘79, my cousin Earl—dumbass—got nabbed in Reno. Lookin’ for “company,” ended up broke, cryin’. Cops laughed, said, “Rookie mistake, kid.” Ya don’t just stroll up, yellin’ for tail. Nah, it’s hush-hush, coded bullshit. Look for the shady bars, dim lights. Girls linger, eyes sharp, smokin’ cheap cigs. Or—hell—online now, apps and crap. Ain’t my style, sounds like a scam. “The world is my hunting ground,” Carlos growled. Yeah, huntin’ trouble, more like.

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So, I wipe it off, and I’m like, “Whatever, it’s just a little bird poop.” I keep walking, and I pass by that cute little café on Elm St. The one with the awesome pastries. I’m thinking, “Maybe I’ll grab a croissant later.” But then I remember my diet. Ugh, adulting is hard.

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