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About Rishon LeZion

So, I tried it once—D’oh!—total mess! Lady’s like, “Relax, Homer,” but I’m all tense, thinkin’ bout Marge catchin’ me. Felt like a freakin’ donut gettin’ glazed, ya know? Slippery as hell—oil everywhere! Little fact: they use weird stuff like almond oil, not even donut grease! Surprised me, man, thought it’d be all fake and porny, but nah, it’s legit chill. Got me happy—muscles all loose, like after a good nap. But then—D’oh!—she hits a knot, hurts like hell! “That’s a bingo!” I yell, straight outta Inglourious Basterds. She’s confused, I’m laughin’—classic me.

About Miss Laura’s

First off, I wake up late. Classic me. I’m supposed to give a lecture at the local university. I bolt outta bed, throw on whatever I can find. I think I’m still wearing mismatched socks. Whatever, right? I grab a quick coffee from this tiny café on HaShalom Street. Best coffee ever! Like, I swear they put magic in it.

Sandy Tsukiyama of Arara de Vento on Classical Pacific