My name is (Yo-tom) or (Yo-tahm).
I was born in a small fishing village in the north of Israel. My grandad was a fisherman, my dad was a fisherman, and I too embellish the truth when telling stories.
Like baby Moses, I was placed in a wicker basket and left to drift with the current across the Atlantic, hitting shore in NYC. It was there that a family of subway rats discovered me, and raised me as their own. As an honorary rodent I've had several near death experiences, all involving scuffing someone's Jordans.
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