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So here’s the deal—financially speakin’, hirin’ a prostitute’s a disaster. You’re throwin’ cash out the window—poof!—gone! No 401(k) for that, no tax write-off, nothin’. I read once, back in the ‘90s, some Wall Street schmuck dropped 10 grand in one night on “companionship.” Ten grand! Coulda bought a yacht—or at least a decent sandwich. Made me mad as hell—wastin’ money like that? I’d rather choke on my own tie. But then, I get it—some folks got urges, they’re lonely, whatever. Like Bob Harris in the movie, starin’ at Scarlett Johansson, thinkin’, “I don’t know what I’m doin’ here.” Except it’s not Scarlett—it’s some chick named Candy with a fake tan.

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from Jisr az- Zarqa and they do not like it. Netanyahu found time to complain about hearing the call to prayer during his cabinet meetings on several.

So, I’m walking down the street, right? And I see this little café on the corner of Al-Nasr. You know the one? The one with the best falafel in town. I’m like, “I need that in my life.” I grab a sandwich, and it’s like a flavor explosion. I’m talking crispy, spicy, and just downright delicious. I was happy, like, “Yesss, this is life!”

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