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Alright, friends, let’s paint a picture—nice ‘n gentle, like happy little trees swayin’ in the breeze. So, findin’ a prostitute, huh? Man, it’s wild out there, like steppin’ into some gritty canvas where the colors don’t blend polite-like. I’m thinkin’ ‘bout “Blue Is the Warmest Color”—y’know, that flick where Adèle’s all lost in love, lust, and them raw, messy feels? “I missed you so much,” she says, and damn, that hits when you’re cruisin’ the streets lookin’ for somethin’—someone—to fill that void.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

At the lowest end, you have street walkers. These are low-class prostitutes who stand on street corners waiting for customers to “pick them up”.

First off, I head to the workshop on Rehov HaAliyah. You know, the one with the old oak tree out front? Yeah, that one. I’m just settlin’ in, ready to get my groove on, when BOOM! The power goes out. Like, seriously? It’s 8 AM, and I’m already in the dark. I’m fumblin’ around, trippin’ over tools, cursing like a sailor. I mean, come on, I just wanna make some barrels, not wrestle with the shadows!

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