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About Petah Tikva

Oi, mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave as hell, “shaken, not stirred.” So, sexual-massage, yeah? Been thinkin’ bout it lately, ever since I caught wind of this shady parlor down in Lisbon—reminds me of *Tabu*, that flick I’m mad about, y’know, Miguel Gomes, 2012? Total vibe. “In the end, it’s all dust,” like Aurora says in the movie, but bloody hell, a good sexual-massage? That’s the dust I’d roll in, mate.

Technical Details

First off, I’m a Kvasnik, which means I deal with all things fermented. Yeah, I know, sounds fancy, but it’s just me and my barrels. Anyway, I head out to the market on Jerusalem Street. The vibe is electric! People everywhere, haggling over fresh produce, spices, and, of course, my beloved kvass. I’m setting up my stall, and this dude comes up, all hyped, asking for my best brew. I’m like, “Bro, you’re in for a treat!”

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