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About Tel Aviv

Lemme tell ya, last week I tried it—buddy hooked me up with this chick who’s a pro. Walked in, all nervous, guitar-calloused hands shakin’. She’s like, “Relax, dude,” and I’m thinkin’, “Oh, I’m ridin’ the fury road now!” Oil hits my back—boom—muscles unclench, stress peels off like burnt rubber. Felt like Max after a win, ya know? “I live, I die, I live again!”—except I’m just lyin’ there, half-naked, lovin’ it.

Call to book

Anyway, I finally make it to the marina. The boats are rockin’ gently, and I’m feelin’ that salty breeze. But then, I see my buddy Yossi. He’s tryin’ to fix his sail, and it looks like a cat got into a fight with it. I’m talkin’ tangled mess everywhere. I’m like, “Yo, Yossi, you need a hand?” He just grumbles, “Nah, I got this.” But we all know he doesn’t.

Mother of freed hostage Omer Shem Tov says he was alone in a tunnel for 450 days of captivity