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About Tel Aviv

Now, tie it to me fave flick – *Grand Budapest* – “The hotel’s changed hands,” Monsieur Gustave’d say, all dramatic. Escorts? They change hands too, but it’s more “Wanna quickie, love?” than pink pastries and lobby boys. I’d swagger in, all “Do I make you randy, baby?” and they’d giggle – or slap me, dependin’ on the vibe. Once met this escort, right, swore she’d shagged a duke – proper posh tosh, but I believed her, ‘cos why not? Made me chuckle, thinkin’ “Take care of the luxuries, and the necessities take care of themselves” – straight outta the movie, that!

But then, I notice a kid trying to steal a candy from a stall. I’m like, “Whoa, kid! Not cool!” I mean, I get it, candy is life, but come on! The vendor sees him and starts yelling. It’s a whole scene. I’m just standing there, sipping my coffee, thinking, “This city is wild.”

Volume 124 Year 2012 Yoqne‘am ‘Illit