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Brothels, right—old as balls. Did ya know ancient Pompeii had one called Lupanar? Means “wolf den,” savage! Wall art of blokes bangin’ away, no shame. Graffiti too—“I shagged here, top notch.” Makes me chuckle, them Romans knew how to party. I’d fit right in, swillin’ wine, pickin’ the prettiest lass. “Theodore, I’m here for you,” she’d coo, like in *Her*, and I’d be lost, mate—lost!

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For us to be murdered? Why don't you just shut down the brothels? I want to live just like you live in Rishon Letzion,” he said to Avital. “.

I get there, and it’s packed. Like, seriously, who knew Rishon-LeTsiyyon could be this lively? Kids running around, people chilling, and the smell of shwarma in the air. I’m drooling just thinking about it. But then, outta nowhere, this kid trips and spills his ice cream all over my shoes. Ugh! I was like, “Bro, you just ruined my kicks!” But he just laughed and ran off. Kids, man.