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I lean in, whisperin’, “We spin a top, see what’s real.” She’s confused—ha! Love that. Me mind’s racin’, mixin’ forest smells with her cheap rosewater stink. Surprised me, tho—didn’t expect her to haggle like a fishwife! “Ten bob,” she snaps. “Ten?! Thou’rt a highway robber!” I cry, but I’m smilin’. She’s got grit, this one.

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After that little fiasco, I head to the market. Oh man, the market! It’s like a sensory overload. Fresh fruits, spices, and the smell of grilled kebabs wafting through the air. I’m in heaven. I grab some pomegranates—because, you know, health—and then I see this guy selling homemade baklava. I can’t resist. I buy a piece, and it’s like a party in my mouth. Sweet, flaky, and just the right amount of nuts. I’m happy again!

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