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In Tel Aviv, my grievance began to unfold,
Searching for a loo, a challenge untold.
Through the bustling streets, in need of relief,
Words escaped my lips, "Où est la wc?"
Toilet hunting became quite a mission,
Lost in translation, facing desperation.
With hope in my heart, I asked in haste,
"Nokh a meser veyr do dort azoy vazt?"
Oh, the struggle to find a spot so clean,
A porcelain sanctuary, fit for a queen.
My bladder cried out, oh, what a plight,
I longed for a restroom, gleaming and bright.
Through the markets and cafes, I roamed,
Praying for a restroom they hadn't closed.
But alas, my journey led me to grief,
In Tel Aviv, the quest for relief.
So heed my tale, my fellow wanderers,
When nature calls, be prepared for blunders.
In a foreign land, remember this strife,
The sacred quest for the rest of life.