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Downside? The stench sometimes—sweat, cheap perfume, ugh. Nearly gagged, me, a bloke who’s dodged poison gas! But the thrill? Slippin’ in, dodgin’ coppers, feelin’ alive—shaken, not stirred, yeah? “What remains is the future,” Godard whispers in my head, and I’m like, future’s now, mate, in this mad, wild brothel life. You ever been? Tell me over a drink, eh!

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Then, outta nowhere, it starts to rain. I mean, seriously? It’s sunny one minute, and the next, I’m soaked. My hair’s a mess, and I’m lookin’ like a drowned rat. But hey, we’re in Atlit! We embrace the chaos, right? So, we dash into a nearby café on HaGalil Street. Best decision ever! The coffee is like liquid gold. I’m chugging it down, and suddenly, life is good again.

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