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"Doctor!" said the woman as she loudly bounced into the office on Tel Aviv’s Hayarkon Street, "I want you to tell me what's wrong with me. Be straight with me."
He surveyed the woman from head to toe. "Gveret [Miss],” he said, "I've got three things to tell you."
"First, you need to lose at least twenty pounds. Second, you should use about half as much rouge and lipstick. And third, I'm an artist the doctor's office is next door."