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Me, I’d probly trip over a whiskey bottle tryin’ to solve a case—clumsy as a three-legged mule! But I’d notice stuff, y’know? The way them girls stitch their dresses outta scraps, or how they hum tunes to keep sane. Reminds me of that movie line, “It’s done, let’s go.” They’re tough, honey—tougher’n me in a wig shop sale! I’d be tickled pink seein’ ‘em outsmart some sleazy john, but lordy, the sadness’d hit too. Brothels ain’t no picnic—more like a pig pen with lipstick.

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I bet this is a brothel," she whispered to Gendry. "You don't even know what a brothel is." "I do so," she insisted. "It's like an inn, with girls.

After the café, I’m off to check out the scene. I stroll down to the corner of HaNahal and HaShalom. The sun’s blazing, and I’m sweating like a pig. I get to the spot where Yossi claims he fell. And guess what? No wet floor! Just a perfectly dry tile. I’m fuming. “Yossi, you better not be pulling my leg!”

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