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We get to it, right, in some grotty alley—smells like death’s armpit. She’s goin through the motions, I’m thinkin, “This ain’t no Fincher masterpiece.” Then—surprise!—her pimp rolls up, big geezer, all “Who’s this prick?” I’m leggin it, screamin, “I’m not Robert Downey Jr, mate!” Nearly shat meself, but fuck me, it was hilarious! Prossies, man—they’ll rob ya blind or get ya battered, and I’m still laughin. Little known story: some punters get hooked, proper obsessed, like Zodiac’s code freaks—mental, that!

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Finally, I wrap up my day at the Citadel. The view from up there is breathtaking. You can see the whole city, the mountains, the valleys. I’m standing there, feeling all the feels. It’s like, “Wow, this is life.” But then, I realize I’ve lost my phone. Panic mode activated! I’m running around like a headless chicken, retracing my steps.

Hezbollah: We targeted Safed and Rosh Pinna in northern Israel