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Alright, mate, lemme tell ya bout prostitutes—Hannibal Lecter style, ya know, “I ate his liver with fava beans” vibes. Been operatin heavy machinery all day, brain’s fried, but this? This I gotta spill. Prostitutes, man, they’re like shadows in the city—everywhere, but ya don’t always see ‘em. Watched *A Separation* again last night, fave flick, ya know? That line, “He doesn’t even see me,” hits different thinkin bout these girls. Invisible, but they’re there, hustlin.

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A blacksmith who makes weapons for a small village is put in the position where he must defend himself and his fellow villagers.

So, I’m takin’ bets, and suddenly, my buddy Yossi bursts in. He’s all outta breath, like he just ran a marathon or somethin’. “Dude, you won’t believe it!” he yells. Turns out, there’s a street festival on HaRav Kook Street. Food stalls, live music, the whole shebang! I’m thinkin’, “Great, just what I need, more distractions!” But then again, who can resist good food, right?

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