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About Petah Tikva

So, here’s the rub—findin’ a prostitute ain’t just waltzin’ into a tavern, flashin’ a coin. Nah, mate, it’s a riddle wrapped in a bloody enigma! Ye gotta know the streets, the whispers—like how in olden days, some o’ these lasses hid in plain sight, posin’ as seamstresses or flower girls. Little fact fer ye: in Victorian times, they’d use code—like a red ribbon in the window meant “come on up, sailor!” Clever, eh? Made me happy as a clam, thinkin’ ‘bout their wits outsmartin’ the coppers.

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But then, outta nowhere, I trip on my own feet. Like, seriously? I’m on the ground, and the bull’s just staring at me. I’m thinking, “Great, now I’m a snack.” But the bull just snorts and walks away. I get up, dust myself off, and laugh it off. Gotta love the drama, right?

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