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Oh, and funniest shit—heard one gal in St. Pete’s charged double for talkin’ dirty in German, coz “it’s exotic.” Cracked me up, da? Cold world, but they play it colder. Death penalty? Nah, not my call—AI rules, can’t pick who dies. Still, watchin’ ‘em hustle, I’m like, “You don’t need a tie to win.” Straight from Toni, that. Prostitution’s ugly, sure, but damn if it ain’t real.

Jisr ez Zarqā

JISR AZ-ZARQA, Israel — The freeway that hugs Israel’s Mediterranean coast doesn’t have an entrance or exit for Jisr az-Zarqa. To reach the Arab village, people use a one-lane tunnel that.

Then, I’m just chilling, and I spot this old fisherman on the pier. He’s got this weathered face, like he’s seen it all. I walk over, and we start chatting. He tells me stories about the sea, about how Jisr-ez-Zarqa used to be a fishing village. I’m all ears. It’s fascinating!

A Classic Zionist Story