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About Tel Aviv

So, picture this—dingy red lights, smoky air. Girls giggling, blokes stumbling in, horny as hell. I’d waltz in, smirkin’, “Kneel before me, mortals!” Nah, kidding—sorta. But srsly, brothels ain’t just fuckin’. There’s history, mate! Oldest gig ever—Ancient Rome had lupanars, wolf dens. How badass is that? Prozzies howlin’ like wolves—fuckin’ poetic, innit?

Then, outta nowhere, a group of rowdy teens bursts in. They’re loud, obnoxious, and full of energy. I mean, c’mon, it’s like 10 AM! They start ordering all these fancy cocktails. I’m like, “Dude, this ain’t a club!” But I whip up some fruity nonsense anyway. They love it. Ugh.

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