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Oi, you donkey! Brothel, yeah? Filthy little shithole, innit? Stinks worse than a troll’s arse! I’m ragin’, thinkin’ bout the muck in there—sweat, cheap perfume, desperation clingin’ like damp rot. Reminds me of *Spirited Away*, that scene where Chihiro’s stuck in the bathhouse, scrubbin’ slime off them grotty spirits. “Look at my hands!” she’d scream—same vibe, mate, hands deep in grime, washin’ off brothel stench.

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Then, I thought, “Let’s hit up the market on HaMaccabim Street.” Best decision ever! Fresh fruits, veggies, and the smell of spices everywhere. I’m in heaven! I grab some pomegranates and a bunch of herbs. I’m feeling like a chef or something. But then, I see this old lady trying to haggle for a cucumber. I mean, come on! It’s a cucumber! But she’s fierce, man. She’s like, “I’m not paying more than 5 shekels!” I’m cracking up.

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