
Oh, man— go, Tel Aviv graffiti. The best part is that the arrow was pointing to a currency exchange stand. Perhaps there used to be an establishment of a different ilk there; otherwise, the currency exchange world must have some seamy underbelly of which I am unaware.
Oddly enough, my brother mentioned something along these lines a few weeks ago. During high school, an old friend of mine travelled to Israel with a group from his synagogue. When he returned, he mentioned he didn’t notice any overweight Israelis, something he attributed to their compulsory military service. He also said an unbelievable number of stars are visible at night and that “Israeli girls love American dick.” My brother wouldn’t confirm this statement but he did say he heard from another Marine that all of the sluts are in Tel Aviv.