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I’m walkin’ down the street, and I see this street vendor sellin’ jerk chicken. I’m like, “Heck yes!” I grab a plate, and it’s like a flavor explosion in my mouth. I’m talkin’ spicy, smoky goodness. Best decision ever! But then, I spill some on my shirt. Great. Now I look like a hot mess.

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