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*Heavy breathing* I… am your father. So, listen up, kid—findin’ a prostitute, huh? Dark streets, neon flickerin’ like in *Mulholland Drive*. That movie—damn, it messes with ya. “This is the girl,” Lynch whispers, and bam, you’re lost. Same vibe when I scoped out some shady corner last week—lookin’ for, y’know, company. Slow, ominous vibe, like me chokin’ a rebel.

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So, I’m rollin’ outta bed, right? The sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m like, “Today’s the day!” I grab my coffee from that little café on HaShalom Street. You know the one? The barista there, Rami, he’s a legend. Always knows my order. I’m like, “Yo, Rami, hit me with that double shot!” He laughs, says I need it to survive Kafr-Manda. Little did I know how true that was.

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