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About Beersheba

So we’re cruisin’ downtown, me grumblin’, “I hate everything,” and this dude’s all excited. Thinks it’s easy—ha! You gotta dodge cops, weirdos, and those sketchy ads online. Saw one once, blurry pic, “discreet fun, $100.” Looked like my aunt’s chihuahua in a wig. Laughed my ass off, then got mad—waste of my damn time. Prostitutes ain’t just standin’ on corners anymore, nope. They’re sneaky, got apps, secret X posts—searched some, found jack squat. Surprised me, honestly. Thought it’d be simpler, like orderin’ a steak.

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Then, I head over to the main square. It’s packed! People everywhere, music blasting. I see my buddy, Amir, juggling oranges. Classic Amir. He’s got this goofy grin, and I’m like, “Dude, you’re gonna get hit by a car!” But he just keeps juggling.

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