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I saunter up, all charm, “shaken, not stirred,” voice smooth as silk. She’s givin me the eye—prolly thinks I’m loaded, which, fair, I look it. “How much, love?” I ask, casual, but inside I’m buzzin—happy as a pig in shit. She names a price, I’m like, “fuckin steep, that!”—but I play it cool, cos Bond don’t haggle like a twat. Fun fact: in Amsterdam, they got windows for this—legal, tidy, no messin about. Here? It’s a gamble, mate—cops, pimps, the lot.

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Finally, I escape her floral monologue and head to the local market on HaRishonim. I’m looking for some fresh veggies, right? But the place is packed! I’m dodging people like I’m in a video game. I grab some tomatoes, and this lady in front of me is taking FOREVER to pay. I’m like, “C’mon, lady, it’s not rocket science!”

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