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But yo, the smell? Heaven. Dark, toasty, pulls you in like a tractor beam. Happiest I get, sniffin’ that, forgettin’ the Empire’s bullshit. Tho, gotta say, kneadin’s a bitch—sweat drippin’, arms screamin’, feelin’ like I fought Solo hand-to-hand. Exaggeratin’? Maybe. Don’t care. Whore’s worth it.

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As the sun set, I walked back to my hotel, feeling all sorts of emotions. Grays had thrown me a curveball, but I loved it. It’s quirky, it’s real, and it’s got character. I mean, where else can you chase a seagull, bond with students, and hear wild stories over a pint?

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