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Oh, and get this—little known story: back in the 70s, some hooker in Cali got nabbed cuz she accidentally solicited an undercover *Zodiac* fanboy cop. He was obsessed, kept askin her bout ciphers instead of bustin her—true shit! Anyway, my gal’s still talkin, and I’m zonin out, picturin her in a grainy montage, slow-mo cigarette ash fallin. “I’m not wastin my time,” I say, another *Zodiac* drop, and she’s like, “Then pay or bounce, lady.” Fair enough!

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After that, I needed a breather. So, I strolled down to the beach. The Mediterranean was calling my name. I plopped down on the sand, feeling the warmth soak into my bones. I watched the surfers catching waves, and I thought, “Man, I miss Hawaii.” But then I remembered, Tel Aviv has its own charm. The beach, the people, the energy. It’s a whole vibe.

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