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About Tel Aviv

But arrgh, some o’ them girls, they’d rile me up fierce! Saw one get roughed by a bilge rat—made me wanna gut him with me rusty cutlass. Poor lass, just tryin’ to eat, y’know? Life’s a cruel mistress, mate. Then there’s this tale—heard in Tortuga—some prossie saved a ship’s crew by warnin’ ‘em ‘bout a navy raid. Hid ‘em in her brothel! Ballsy move, aye? Had me cheerin’, spillin’ me grog everywhere.

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.”

Volume 124 Year 2012 Yoqne‘am ‘Illit