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About Tel Aviv

Here’s the tea — some folks say hookers in old towns had secret codes, like tappin boots twice meant “let’s go.” Ain’t that some sneaky shit? I’m imaginin her givin me a wink, tappin away, and me just starin like a dope. “Time don’t wait,” Jesse’d mutter, and yeah, I’m wastin it! So, I ask her rate — holy flies, pricey! She’s all, “Quality costs, froggy.” Fair, but ouch, my wallet’s cryin!

Ready to save the kingdom?

First off, I grab my morning coffee at that little café on HaGalil. You know the one? The barista, she’s got this wild hair and a smile that could light up the whole street. I’m like, “Yo, can I get a double shot of espresso?” She laughs and says, “You need it, buddy!” I mean, who doesn’t need a little caffeine boost, right?

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