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About Rishon LeZion

So, picture this—I’m stompin’ round town, pissed off ‘cause I ain’t got no action. “I’m not scared of you!” I yell at some shady dude eyeballin’ me. Reminds me of Sam shakin’ his fist at them khaki scouts. Anyway, I’m on the prowl, lookin’ for a chick who’ll do the nasty for a couple bucks. Ain’t no big deal, right? But these streets are confusin’ as hell! I’m ragin’, like, “Where’s my goddamn prostitute at?!” Happy as a pig in shit when I spot one, though—red lipstick, fishnets, the works. She’s leanin’ on a lamppost, smokin’ a cig like she owns the damn place. Total badass, like Suzy with her binoculars, scopin’ out her next move.

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So, I’m wandering down HaNegev Street, right? Just me and my thoughts. I’m a linguist, so I’m always thinking about words, languages, all that nerdy stuff. But today? Today was different. I was vibing with the desert air, feeling all poetic and stuff. Then BAM! A bunch of tourists roll by, blabbing in English, French, and some language I couldn’t even place. I mean, c’mon, can’t a guy enjoy his coffee in peace?

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