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Now, I ain’t judging—live and let live, I say—but some punters piss me off. Treat escorts like dirt, and I’m like, “You shall not pass, you filthy wretch!” They’re people, not props. Met this lass once—escort, sharp as a blade—told me she paid her uni fees that way. Ballsy! Made me happy, her grit, her sass. Reminds me of that line, “What’s the use of truth?” She’s living *her* truth, screw the haters.

After that chaos, I decide to take a break. I stroll over to the local café on HaGalil Street. Best coffee in town, no joke. I order my usual—double espresso, extra shot. I need it. While I’m waiting, I see this cute dog outside. It’s a fluffy little thing, wagging its tail like it’s got a secret. I’m thinking, “Man, I wish I could be that dog. No spreadsheets, just chasing squirrels.”

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