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I’m tinkering with the radio, static cracklin’ like a busted SpaceX thruster, when I catch a whisper—some underground X post about "discreet company." Boom, jackpot! Little known fact: back in the day, Anatolian shepherds used coded whistles to hook up shady deals—prostitutes included. History’s wild, man. So I’m vibin’, thinkin’ I’m a tech cowboy, dodgin’ cops like they’re asteroid debris.

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But then, I see this old man sellin’ these weird-looking fruits. I’m like, “What the heck is that?” He tells me it’s a “yuzu.” I’m thinkin’, “Sounds fancy.” So, I buy one. I take a bite, and it’s like a citrus explosion! My face is all scrunched up. “Whoa, that’s tart!” The old man just laughs. “You’ll get used to it!”