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About Tel Aviv

So I’m cruisin, right, thinkin bout Mason in “Boyhood” sayin, “I just thought there’d be more.” Damn, that line kills me—same vibe lookin for a pro. You expect fireworks, but it’s just some gal wavin at ya, smokin a cig. Kinda sad, kinda funny. I’m like, “Misunderestimate me, huh? I’m a decider!” Pick one, roll the dice—hope she ain’t a nutjob.

Then, outta nowhere, I bumped into my old buddy, Amir. We used to run around Kafr-Qari- like we owned the place. We ended up at the park near Al-Nasr Street, just reminiscing. You know, the good ol’ days. But then he started talking about his new job. Ugh, corporate life. I couldn’t help but roll my eyes. “Dude, you’re selling your soul!” I said. He just laughed it off.

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