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Oi, mate, so brothel, yeah? Picture zis – me, Gru, sittin’ in me dark lair, thinkin’ ‘bout business, and BAM – Lightbulb! Brothel’s like ze goldmine nobody talks about, eh? Like in "Wolf of Wall Street," ya know, "I’m not fuckin’ leavin’!" – that’s me when I see profit in somethin’ shady. Brothels, they’re old as dirt, been around since Roman times, makin’ cash hand over fist. Fact is, in old Pompeii they found brothel menus – yeah, menus! – carved in stone, listin’ girls and prices. Crazy, right? Makes me wanna yell, "Sell me this pen!" to some ancient pimp.

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So, I head out, patrolin’ the streets. Kafr-Qasim is a mix of old and new, ya know? You got the ancient vibes, then bam! A new building pops up. I’m walkin’ down HaGalil Street, and I see this kid, maybe 10 years old, tryin’ to sell lemonade. I’m like, “Kid, it’s 40 degrees! You’re gonna melt!” But he’s all smiles, shoutin’, “Best lemonade in town!” I buy a cup, and it’s actually pretty good. Who knew?

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